It frees you up, so you can do what you’re called to do.
I overheard that tidbit last week. Actually, I can’t remember if I heard the above verbatim, but that was the gist of it.
The word [calling] has come up often, as of late, in my life. I hear people say, “I’m called to __________.” Or “God put a call on my life.”
And if I allow myself to think about it long enough, I suppose this kind of talk implies, some are called/some are not called. Which is a little disheartening.
A thought occurred to me this weekend: It’s been four years. Four years since my husband looked for work at Kroger, besides working two other part time jobs. Four years since he resigned from what many would label his [calling]. Oh, in the four years since, we’ve been up and down and all around the [calling]. Different jobs, different opportunities to work in situations that generally involve a [call]. But the resignation marked a moment in time. An [I can’t go on]. An [if I don’t leave this, I will be putting someone’s perception of what I’m supposed to be doing above what’s best for me and for my family].
As the above mentioned thought occurred…. I realized I can today, finally, say I’m glad he left the [call] behind. And I honestly don’t know if I even believe there is such a concept as a [calling] anymore. Sure, we’re all [called], so to speak, to do certain things. Good things like help the poor, seek first His kingdom, love our neighbor. Live a holy life.
Maybe my perception will change with time. But today I’m thankful my husband had the courage to walk out the door. Without a certain future. And maybe that’s what the [call] really is. To hold ourselves loosely, to allow for the opportunity to be remolded and changed. Confident in the fact that you don’t have a clue, yet confident you’ve come a long way and most likely will continue to progress.
Regardless, lately I cringe when I hear…. called.calling.call.
Upon a Sunny Day 