Who We Are

Taking stock on the definition of privilege is an ongoing check. An evolving habit often mandating little expectation on the other side of service, but a high expectation on oneself. I consider a lot of service a privilege. Stopping myself from defining a yoke of service, past privilege only, is a daily practice. When I allow myself to consider service to others anything other than an absolute, humbled, privilege I fall really short of where Jesus has asked me to be. I fall off this work horse constantly, throw my heart back on the saddle, and try to move forward. What is often considered burdensome has the potential to free, expand, or ignite another. I obsess over the "Pull Yourself Up by your Own Bootstraps" adage. Not to further on the miscontrued nature of the well-loved myth, but to knock the head off. My service to others, freely given, speaking only to holding the responsibility of someone else's potential, matters.  My children come to mind, alongside of those mu...

I am a ticket holder. My needle is ready, with layered thread. I see a future and put one step in at a time, towards the dream.  But, I did not arrive at this transcendent, evolved, know thyself, understanding of drive. I was born into this understanding, with a Father, telling me to divide and conquer intimidation one box at a time. With a Mother, telling me to stop dwelling inside of a lily white world. With a teacher taking me aside after I had given a very ill-prepared presentation, and telling me that I had a natural gift for speaking.  These formative affirmations have been a consistent undercurrent my entire life, but now, what is the value of my knowledge and strengths if they remain, only in me. Whatever you teach children today, travels with them, far into the future. So, poignantly said, by the children's author Mary Pope Osbourne. What a stirring inside of each of us, patiently waiting to be launched, despite intimidation, despite a clear path forward.  Whatev...