“I should have been a great many things, Mr. Mayer.” Jo March
Sometimes, I think I missed my calling.
Actually, maybe I missed more than one:
- In 6th grade, I was going to be an actress.
- In 9th grade, I was going to be a singer. And I fell in love with Dan Fogelberg.
- In 11th grade, I was going to be a philosopher. No, I was a philosopher. I wrote “poetry” and prose and recorded all of my save-the-world plans. I even wrote down in numerous journals all of the emotions and oh so deep thoughts that I just knew very few people had ever had in the history of the world. I even sat in a tree with my guitar and sang John Denver songs for hours at a time. IN A TREE! JOHN DENVER! (My mother loved that one and told that story for years).
- At one point, I even had the idea that having a nudist colony would be the answer to ridding society of shallowness. Oh brother!
- In college, I was going to work with special needs children. (Looks like I’m making progress on saving the world here).
- Later in college, I wanted to work in the inner city with the poor. Not only work with them, but live there and love them to Jesus.
- After college, I came really close to working in a school in Belize, ministering to and teaching children in a poor village. (Getting closer!).
A lot of years have come and gone since my aspiring actress days and those sensitive and deep high school journals. I’ve been so busy doing so many other things than what I thought I’d do that I haven’t had time to regret not following through on all the things I dreamed about. I ended up working at a camp, loving on kids and seeing their lives changed. (I also worked with horses, but their lives didn’t change very much). During those summers, I acted, sang, taught philosophy, cried with and hugged children who were rich in material things but poor in spirit. I met the man I married. I had five children, began homeschooling, built and lived in a country cottage, and learned how to garden. I delivered meals to shut-ins and volunteered with a local food and assistance ministry. I went on mission trips to poor villages and helped build houses, community centers, and a school.
So I guess all in all, I have been a great many things. My calling didn’t change, and I never missed it. I changed and began to live what I was truly called to, without even knowing it.
My heart-song is of gratefulness – thanksgiving for all the challenges, laughter, tears, late into-the-night discussions about life, all that I’ve taught, all that I’ve learned, and all that is still out there for me to learn. I know we are always called to be sensitive to the needs of others, to praise of God, to learn and grow in grace, to give those around us a taste of beauty. To share the depth and breadth of God’s love.
I still listen to Fogelberg – but I’m so very thankful that I didn’t try to follow through on the nudist colony. The world is a much, much better place because of it!
Dedicated to Sue, my dear friend and one of the most sensitive and deep people I know.