Monday, September 17, 2012

Three Minutes

Three minutes.

Three minutes of just writing whatever comes to my mind.

This was an awkward day. Waking up full of hope, excited about the possibilities. Anticipating discussions about the future and the kingdom...

Hopes for that path dashed by 9am.

Everything goes south from there. I can't get the blood tests I need at the place I need to get them. My doctor's office can't find the paperwork I need. I feel like I'm a 75 year old trying to negotiate through Obamacare's regulations... Will we even talk about Obamacare when I'm 75?

I can't even begin to think about what the USA will look like in 35 years. In truth, I don't much care. In 35 years, my children will possibly have children. I hope they are better than I. They have so much potential and talent, and they are so gifted. I want nothing more than to see them chase their dreams and their gifts.

When our dreams and our gifts don't match, we are either misinterpreting our dreams or poorly evaluating our gifts.

Sometimes, it can be extraordinarily difficult to to know what our gifts truly are. We can't know them ourselves perfectly, because our self-perception is so warped. But we can't completely trust others, because they don't know every side of us.

Look at that... 3 minutes is up.


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