After reading my last post, a friend of mine reminded me that I am anything but average.
I am a unique creation of the living God. He made me with a specific purpose - to love. He made me to love Him and to love others.
He made me a fighter. He created me to fight for what I love. I am to fight on behalf of those I love and I am to fight for the the chance to love them.
Love is not easy. It's not meant to be. True love is highly passionate - evoking the strongest of emotions - no matter who it is you love. Sometimes it's those emotions that must be fought.
Fighting gets tiresome. I get weary from fighting. When I am weary, I feel ineffective. When I feel ineffective, I feel average. Lately, I have been weary.
Sometimes the weight of the world sits squarely on my shoulders. I still smile, laugh and enjoy life but the weight, and the fighting, and the loving... it all starts to suffocate me. It muffles the joy in my spirit. It tries to take me back to a place of no hope.
Sometimes I have to be reminded that I have eternal hope. That I am not some mistake of biology. That I have a special and unique purpose. That I am loved by my Creator who finds me anything but average.
God has given me the gift of a heart that breaks, bleeds and never stops needing to love others.
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