A few years ago my extended family trudged through a very hard year. There was a lot of heartbreak and hurt feelings and through it all I had a small realization:
I can’t not control anyone or anything about this situation. . .
(You see, I’d been attempting that very thing for a long time.)
The only thing I can control is how I react to it.
A few weeks ago I attended a women’s conference called “IF” and I confessed to you that I currently feel like I’m in a holding pattern in my life, and although I am asking, praying, begging for more–I feel like the LORD is telling me to wait.
I can’t control HIM. I want to, but I can’t.
What I can control is this:
Maybe I don’t adopt, maybe I don’t have my own ministry.
But, I can support others that do.
Thus, the following:
I mentioned that some of our friends are doing their part to share the good stories that are out their by changing the way we watch television. Light Gives Heat TV. Their first season focused on a company in India called JOYN. I would highly recommend watching the season. You can view it on Youtube in its entirety—FOR FREE—and it is both a beautiful story, and beautifully shot.
So, maybe God is calling me to wait, but that doesn’t mean I can’t participate.
I’ve done this by supporting my friend’s kickstarter, and I’ve bought myself a purse.
I know, I know.
I’m such a giver. 😉
Today a package arrived in the mail from India.
It was so exciting to share with my kids because they had watched the season with me. They’d seen the faces of the people who had made this bag.
They’d heard their stories.
Little-Love immediately tried to steal one.
“Mama, pleeeeeease can I have it!!!”
I’m so excited. Seriously, guys, go watch it.
I also recently bought from another socially conscious company, and it just so happens that they are also stationed out of India. Purpose Jewelry.
Super pretty, right? And not too heavy, which is always important.
“Purpose jewelry is handcrafted by survivors of modern-day slavery. 100% of the proceeds benefit International Sanctuary, a non profit that provides holistic care for young women rescued from sex trafficking.” -website
More then happy to do my part.
Such a rough life I have, buying earrings and bags.
Whoo, it’s been tough.
What’s my point?
I recently bought myself a sign from House of Belonging:
I LOVE this quote from, Theodore Roosevelt. It reads:
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,”
That’s where my sign ends, but the original quote goes on to say:
“So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
Wow. Man, I DO NOT want to be one of those “cold and timid souls”.
I want to be that “doer” that President Roosevelt was speaking of.
I want it so bad.
But my problem, you see, is not that I’m a critic.
No, my problem is that I don’t even have an arena.
I’m like a fighter, training and training. Shadow boxing with myself. Dancing around the ring with no one to fight.
Nothing to fight for.
I have no arena, but I’m praying that God will direct me to the right one.
“God, give me a purpose.”
Just like my families fights were not my own, there’s no since in jumping into a ring that’s not meant for me.
“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” and all that.
But I can offer my support.
A shoulder to cry on, this blog to help get the word out, and (of course) I can put my money were my mouth is and simply vote with my pocket book. (Although I’d like to point out that I bought these three things over the span of a few months. I don’t sit around and shop all day long. . . although that’d be an awesome purpose to have. . . hmmmmmm, how do I swing that?)
It’s what I can do, what I can control. . . at least for now.
Maybe I don’t have a field to play on, but I’ve always been a dang good cheerleader.
And I can still choose to live a life of purpose.
One way or another.