Wednesday, January 6, 2010
My Sweet Spot
Look at all those cute little faces!!
Random side note: Our kitty is back! Steve's co-worker Trudy and her daughter have been watching Vindaloo for almost a month while we were running around. So Vindaloo is back home and sleeping on my pillow and chewing my hair at 3:30 in the morning (I'm still jet-lagged and I was up) and playing with the little thingy that keeps our milk fresh at 6:30am.
I was reading A.R.K. for God before I left for Hong Kong and I decided that, after reading an excerpt from Max Lucado's Cure For The Common Life, that I wanted to read the book.
The goal of the book is to find the gifts that God created you with, how to make a big deal of God with those gifts, and to take a leap of faith with those gifts.
I think I found the things that may help me find my 'Sweet Spot' as he calls it in the book:
-I love researching
-I love organizing (but, apparently, not my apartment...mainly events)
-I love children
-I love foreign cultures and foreign foods
It's interesting. I always said that I NEVER wanted kids, but I've always been good with kids and...don't let this sound weird, they've always been 'attracted' to me. Here's an example: I'm sitting on the train with my friend when I went to school in England (I was...probably 20 at the time.) and we're just talking. A little boy, maybe 2-years-old comes over and pulls himself up on the seat beside me. His mother is slightly freaking out. So I kind of talked to him and he kept calling me 'lady.' He started playing with my purse and I 'played' with him. (I didn't touch him. You don't touch a stranger's kid, but I just kind of opened pockets and stuff on it in a peek-a-boo type thing) And she put him in his stroller after 10 minutes WAY before we got in the station, but I think it freaked her out that her kid just came and plopped down by me. And I just thought it was a funny story, but I have a handful of stories like that...that I never really put together.
I'm trying to find out what I'm meant to do in my life with the gifts that God has given me. I think I'm using some of them, but maybe not to my full potential. I know that Steve worries a lot and he's afraid of things, but I know that when God needs us to move or to do something scary, that we'll be able to do it together, hand in hand (and obviously with a little help, you know. ;) The Big Guy.)
So what's your sweet spot? What were you made to do and do you think you've found it?