My one thing has motivated me to try ( and sometimes fail) and do a great many new things in the last year. It's been exciting and scary and rewarding, but never enough.
And then last weekend I read Ann Voskamp's post about her journey in Iraq. It caused me to reflect on my journey, and I feel so inadequate, so incredibly feeble in my attempts to change even the minutest portion of the world.
Reading Ann's article is shifting my perspective; I don't know if my one thing of a couple of weeks ago is the same as my one thing now. I'm not sure what it even is.
I stare at the pictures of my granddaughters, my children, my students and I think about the stories behind the faces. Stories both glorious and gruesome, but all longing for a voice to share, a heart to listen.
What's my one thing? I don't know. I only know I have to go and do and try. I have to let kids know somebody is listening. I have to touch their faces and hug their hearts. Mostly, I have to keep believing that one life makes a difference if it improves the life of another.
What's your one thing; what drives you? Has it changed over time?
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13-16 The people brought children to Jesus, hoping he might touch them. The disciples shooed them off. But Jesus was irate and let them know it: “Don’t push these children away. Don’t ever get between them and me. These children are at the very center of life in the kingdom. Mark this: Unless you accept God’s kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you’ll never get in.” Then, gathering the children up in his arms, he laid his hands of blessing on them.