Category: Questions

A question I need to ask.

Instead of just saying yes all the time.

I would love to visit Canada someday.

It’s ironic that I’m asked this question today as I was supposed to attend a Job Fair Event.

I wasn’t able to go because I caught a cold and was feeling extremely weak.

Processing the idea that a lot of people will be there, discouraged me to push through despite of my weakness.

Days before the event, I felt so unready for real life to begin.

I wondered why.

Is it because I might land a job I don’t like?

Or that people in the workplace might be mean?

Is fear of rejection reigning over my heart?

I don’t want to operate from a fear-based perspective. I want to have courage and a fulfilling hope for the future.

Hearing about my friends’ follow-up interviews made me genuinely happy for them. Yet, I couldn’t help but think I was missing out on something.

I thought about how different my dreams are compared to theirs.

Knowing myself I know that if ever I get a job, I NEED an occupation that allows me to be independent, communicate with people, organize, and help others( i need to see my impact first-hand). These are what’s going to make me feel fulfilled.

Now my degree is in accounting. I’m not sure how this is going to be for me…

It’s crucial to be self-aware in order for us to know what will help us function well in society.

God brought back my mind to what’s truly important, which is to serve and worship Him. And I’m grateful for the Father’s loving gesture.

I trust that God has a plan for me. He has prepared something. All I have to do is put my best feet forward and have the courage to say YES.

I was thinking about this question today.

And at first, I couldn’t find an answer.

How come?

Am I not paying attention enough?

Have I been so self-absorbed I didn’t have time to be kind to others?

Or is it because I am focusing on big heroic acts of kindness that I think the simplicity of my deeds don’t measure up?

This week I remember,

• I gave a genuine smile to a stranger.
• I said “thank you” to the waiters at the coffee shop.
• I talked to a child who was feeling left out.
• I made an effort to see my boyfriend even though I was feeling a bit sick.
• I gave affection to my dogs.
• I hugged my mom and dad.
• I prayed for someone.

I did some retracing and reminiscing here.

I’m not sharing these to brag. I don’t think these acts are even “worthy” for me to boast about. They look pretty simple.

But there is beauty in doing little things with great love.

While pondering this question today, I came to realize that even the tiniest of deeds can impact a life.

We never know how much that stranger needed a smile or how that waiter serving our food was dead-tired but a sincere thank you from a customer lifted his spirits.

We might not realize that efforts made to spend time with loved ones will turn into memories that forever will be appreciated.

We might overlook how dogs need our affection and they crave it so much.

We never know how much our prayers helped someone.

The temptation to dismiss these deeds as meaningless may come but keep in mind they are worth more than you can ever imagine.

I am currently reading the book, All The Places To Go….How Will You Know? by John Ortberg. He mentioned asking yourself the question, “What is breaking your heart?”

What makes you want to forget yourself in order to create something or help someone? What moves you?

Each of us has a soft spot for something. We have people or causes we want to save and protect. There are things in life that makes our hearts burn with righteous anger because of it.

Often by realizing this we find our calling.

Since I was a little girl, I enjoyed reading parenting books. At a young age I wanted to learn how to take care of another human being. As I grew older, it became a strong passion for me that each child is heard, loved and cared for.

I have spent time in homes where the children are not spoken with words of love, rather they become their parents’ emotional punching bag.

They hear strings of words filled with rage, insults, and disappointments. My heart breaks for this as I realize Jesus would never say those words to a child.

I’d want to scoop them in my arms and tell them that they are so loved by the God who created the universe. I’d listen to their endless stories. I’d give them the love and compassion they deserve.

I want to tell parents that they don’t “own” their children. God does. He gave you a priceless gift to take care of, for His glory.

Sadness floods through me when I realize some children do not know Jesus and the Bible. It pains me that they may not even be praying to God. Why are parents not invested in their child’s spiritual growth?

I often try my best to be kind to children but Lord knows I am not perfect. If God is willing, maybe He will give me the blessing of children someday. I really pray I can be a loving parent.

I want to love them in the right way. I want to listen to them. I want to tell them about Jesus. I want to be someone they can turn to.

I want them to live abundant lives.

I never expected this post to turn out this way but it sure took a heavy turn. I am now sharing my heart out with you.

Now it’s your turn. Do you share the same passion? What moves your heart? Share it with me in the comments below.