SWB: What do I want to be?

I happened to see an someone the other day that I had not spoken to in a while, and they asked how I was doing. We had the common conversational exchange that you have with someone that you need to catch up with. They had to be on their way, and said..." I'm still not sure what I want to do with my life." I responded, " I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up either." We laughed at our pondering and went on our way.

Truth be told, I think I know more than I often say, "Who I want to be when I grow up." As a person who looks grown up on the outside, I should have some concept of the who that makes up me...right?

Being the kind of person I would like to be requires for me to make some choices in all sorts of areas. Do I choose to eat healthy and exercise daily - most of the time. Do I take the time to really be attentive to the people that are in my life? Do I pause and give G-d the space and time to move, lead and work in my spirit? These are big questions, but ultimately I think they lead me back to the center of Sleeping with Bread.

What do I hold on to and what do I let go of? What do I leave in G-d's hands and what do I continue to work on with my own? What ingredients do I need and desire in the bread of my life - and what ones need to be left out?

In this last week, I had some time to examine the status of some close relationships, and I happy to say I've found more good bread there than I expected. That good bread even had enough yeast in it, to migrate to another person's life and begin to take root and heal some old wounds. That is good bread.

What do I want to be when I grow up? Well, as a grown up, I know I still have plenty of room to grow, but I want to be the person with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, humility and self-control as part of the ingredient list. As for what I am, I'm first a child of God and that is a blessing no matter my vocation or place of service.

Good bread to you all.
Lamont

Comments

Mel said…

Why do you think it is that I'm always in need to hear what you share?

*sigh*

5:46 AM GMT-5

Tara Lamont said…

So glad we are connected in this way - you often do the same for me. :)

8:55 AM GMT-5

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