I sat still a lot on Monday at work. It was my first day back after having my gallbladder out Thursday of the week before. I knew that I wasn't going to lift much,even when I fed the fire I picked the lightest logs. I wanted a nap in the worst kind of way. About two-thirds of the way through the nine and a half hour shift I found myself warring internally over how ridiculous it was to be at work so soon after surgery and being thankful for the low-stress job that I had been blessed with.
One thought seemed to bubble to the top at the end of the mental battle. Somewhere in the process I remembered the story of Henri Nouwen. This scholar who was in such demand as a professor, speaker, and even more recognized as a gifted writer seemed to find his greatest contentment working with profoundly mentally and physically challenged adults. And in that moment I got it. It's all about service.
Next month I'm going to teach a class at my church on personality and spirituality (drawing heavily from MBTI). It is something I am very passionate about and I am quite excited to do it. But...it is something I'm going to do, it is not who I am. I am a servant.
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