Fulfilment

I’ve been thinking about fulfilment recently. Below is a short stream of conciousness on it.

I’ve been enjoying volunteering as a first aider with St John Ambulance. I feel fulfilled through helping people: I feel I’ve maybe found a place to be, found my gifting.

But… is it wrong to get my purpose from that?

Only if it becomes the sole centre of my purpose.

How do I stop it becoming the sole centre of my purpose, my fulfilment?

By giving the glory to God. By being thankful for the gifting He has given me. By not taking for granted these new skills I have learned and am using. By remaining humble, not becoming prideful.

I’m off out again tomorrow. I have the week off work (what bliss it was to wake up on a Monday morning and not have to get up!) and have chosen to spend one of those days doing first aid. Or at least sitting around waiting for people to injure themselves!

Oh, and there’s a guy… I know, there’s always a guy. But I’m saying no more in case I jinx it. Not that I believe in that,  it’s more I don’t want to obsess TOO much, and if I put it down in black and white it becomes ‘out there’. This one I’m keeping to myself.

For now…

Identity

When you comment on Blogger it asks you to ‘choose and identity’.

Well tonight Matthew I’m going to be smart and sassy, confident yet understanding and empathetic. Tomorrow I might be a little tired and grumpy.

But where is our identity?

Is it in our appearance? Is it in our job? Will you find it in family and friends? In social activities? In philanthropic undertakings?

Is it in our own strength?

is it in the smile you get from a guy/gal? Being star of the week at work?

Or is it in Jesus?

And if it does, what exactly does that mean?