When you start college, you always start with this amazing idea of what you want to be when you grow up. For me, I started school with this idea of saving the world.
I was going to be..............
1) A Physical Therapist but it turned out... I didn't have enough patience to wait for an elderly person to get out of a chair.
Next...
2) Journalist... After my third semester and a number of countless stories about things that I could careless about or even feel the need to write about. Then realizing that I really hate writing because someone told me too...
I decided nursing... Hey, everyone is always sick. So there had to be job security.
Well, after a good seven years of nursing and different fields of nursing. I now realize that people are sick 365 times a year. Even on the holidays!!! I know... really Christina but really, after the fifth or sixth Christmas working and not being able to enjoy some family time and some amazing Egg Nog. It really gets you thinking... is saving the world that important. lol
So here I am back at Whitworth to become a Hospital Administrator. Thinking 6 digits now... that's my motivation. Well, about a nice month and half ago, God really started to pull at my heartstrings... "Christina... Remember that saving the world.... Yeah, that's still your desire, that is still where your heart is. So let me guide you into what I KNOW you should do!"
Now any Christian would jump at this opportunity of God guiding them to their calling. Me, on the other hand?!?!!? Being a little bit of a rebel, fought the idea of giving up my dream of being a CEO with 6 digits... Remember, 6 digits!!!! I am so close to that dream, that I can actually see the CEO positions right there in front of me, close enough for me to touch. However, the more I ignore God's calling, the more the idea of being in charge of a hospital loses ALOT of glory. I seem to feel a little empty inside, when I think about my future plans now.
So I finally have decided that I would listen and actually take some time with the Big Guy and maybe just maybe... even Listen! I don't know if anyone else has ever had this issue but Listening, is sometimes the hardest thing to do. It's also hard to just stay quite and wait for an answer. I almost feel stupid just saying nothing. So this week has been a challenge. Even with the boyfriend, down in Mexico... I have had learn to be Patience and how to listen.
So listening... what is it? And why as grown adults is it so hard for us to listen?
According to an online dictionary...listening is to pay attention, be attentive, be all ears, lend an ear, hearken (archaic) prick up your ears, give ear, keep your ears open, pin back your ears, hark. (what ever that is?) Anyway... there’s a lot of things to listen, more then just hearing someone talk.
What gets me thinking now after reading all this? Why don't we as little kids get taught how to listen? Why aren't we taught how important it is to listen to someone? In school, I was always tested on my fast responses and my quick thinking abilities? How fast I can read a book and speak out-loud. However, there was never a class on how to listen. Starting to think that might be something important to learn also!
Now with all that being said.. What’s the reason for this, what is dear Christina hearing? Well, I am being told something but I feel like God is talking Gibberish! For anyone that doesn't know what gibberish is... let me enlighten you... take you hands, cover your ears and start speaking in tongues... there you go! That's gibberish, Tina Style. So as I try to be patient and learn to listen... I leave you with this thought that I came across today as I was learning about Listen...
Paul Tillich, a German-American theologian said....
"The first duty of Love is to listen!"
My response was... what is number two... because maybe I'm better at that!
Pray for me ... as I continue this interesting journey with God and what I am suppose to be when I grow up and learning how to listen! lol wink wink Pray that one day, God might share with me or that I might actually learn to listen tp what I am suppose to be, when I grow up!