I've been putting off writing this for five months now. Partly because I wasn't sure what to write, but also because I wanted it to be perfect...perfectly funny, yet serious; perfectly coherent and meaningful; even perfectly spelled. Then I realized how stupid that was. All I can do is be me, which means this will be anything but perfect.
I took Will to the Mayborn Museum in Waco this summer for his birthday. While we were there we got to have lunch with an old friend I rarely get to see. It was great to catch up and do a little reminiscing.
In a "let's get vulnerable" kind of moment he asked me "What are your goals?" My goals?!? What kind of goals? I had no response. I realized I hadn't thought much past graduation and finding a job. So there I sat, wondering if I was living a life of aim, or if I was on the verge of aimless living. And it's been something I've been thinking about ever since.
I wrote this right after I graduated from college and after stumbling across it a couple weeks ago, I think I'm a little closer to figuring it out.
I learned a lot from both my classes and experiences at Baylor; probably more about myself than teaching. I walked across the stage with more knowledge and (hopefully) more wisdom, but ironically, I feel a bit more lost as to my purpose. I am excited to open my eyes to the world, and be reminded of it all...
So, in putting it all together I've decided my goals stem from my purpose and my purpose stems from Christ; to know Him and make Him known. My goals...to be the best daughter, sister, aunt, friend, and teacher I can be. To go to Africa; to love on kids who don't have anyone to love them; to be Jesus in skin for them. My goal is not to save the world, Someone has already come to do that, but rather help people see that He still comes when we call to Him.
