My ears are perked and listening, as they always should be. As we grow older, we become more aware of the world around us. Of our inner struggles, of our outer scars, the burden of a fallen nature, the cycle of pain and redemption. I’ve been here before.
The time is new, the setting altered, the characters varied. The lesson the same but the outcome unknown. Is God doing this to us, allowing it to happen, is this our own doing, is the lesson for someone outside of our little world?
It could be all or none. I think I’ve been asking the wrong questions. This isn’t about what is happening to me or what I should be listening for. It’s about endurance and what shape I’m being molded into. Money comes and goes, careers should be our missions, our calling, our passion (how many people can say that their job is their calling not just simply a job for money).
My wallet is empty, my stomach growling, but my heart is full, my life fulfilling. That is all that matters.