Saturday, November 27, 2010

Not just a barista

I'm going to be honest. Most of the time I don't feel like an adult because I don't have a "real" job.

Lame? Very.

But despite the logic, it's how I feel.

Well until tonight.

As I sat in my living room pondering and reflecting on the meaning of life (sounds so deep, but it wasn't, it happened in the middle of a fb convo), I thought about my vocation and what I want to be.

I tried to think about "where would I be happy" and "what would I like to do".

And a few options crossed my mind, but they didn't really jump out at me.

It was in that moment that I realized my life was being built around figuring out the "perfect" job for me and how I wouldn't be satisfied until I found that job. Whatever it maybe.

Last night I shared with some of the girls in the youth group that relationships are most important in life. First our relationship with God, then our relationship with others.

I need to stop being a hypo and take some of my own advice. I will NEVER be satisfied in a career or job. Those are mere tools in which God has entrusted to me to build relationships and to be an ambassador for Him.

Moral of the story: Jesus doesn't care what your job is (of course provided your job isn't breaking his law), He just wants to make sure your identity is ultimately found in Him.


Playing Hooksies said...

I'm with you on that one. I definitely won't ever be happy in a stereotypical 9-5 cubicle sort of job. I need to have some was to express my creativity (the little I do have) or else I'd be bored to death!

rrrachel said...

Darn, I really wanted to be a bandit...