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Revisiting purpose….again

I talk a lot on here about purpose. It’s one of those topics I love talking to people about. What are you passionate about? What makes you tick? What gets you fired up? What motivates you? What difference do you want to make during your time on this earth?

I’ve learned that people are motivated mostly by 3 things:

1.) Cause
2.) Money
3.) Recognition

Sometimes we are motivated by just one of these, sometimes it’s a combination. For me, I am partly motivated by recognition and partly by cause. Money has just never been a motivating factor for me.

From what I’ve discovered about myself, I’ve found that when Cause and Recognition are mixed together that I can accomplish amazing things.

When I was a teenager, I went on a missions trip to Mexico with my church youth group. We worked and played with a group of kids all week at an orphanage. This one little boy immediately latched onto me. He was maybe 7 or 8. He wore an orange shirt everyday and always had a huge smile on his face. His name was Chewy. He was always holding my hand or sitting on my lap. I had a watch that had Goofy on it and I would let him wear it every day. I was only 15, and knew nothing about having a child of my own, but for that week, he was like my son. I felt tender love and concern for him. I will never forget that week with him and it ripped my heart apart to leave him there. When it was time to leave, I bawled my eyes out and he just smiled up at me and wiped my tears away and said, “it’s ok.” (he hardly knew any english)

As we were leaving, I gave him my Goofy watch and I don’t know that he’d ever received anything like that ever. He kept trying to give it back to me. We snapped a few pictures and then had to go. He chased after our van for blocks as we drove away.

I absolutely know that I made a difference in his life that week. I loved him unconditionally and wholeheartedly. He didn’t measure his life by where he lived or his orphan status, he exuded joy every day in the midst of extreme lack and poverty.

The reason I bring this story up is because recognition can happen at the smallest level or at the most surprising times through unexpected ways. Looking in Chewy’s eyes at the end of that week, I saw recognition for myself that I had made a difference in his life. Maybe it was small, but it mattered. In the end, he was the one inspiring ME.

Sometimes as a Mom, I start to feel invisible after a while. Being home day in and day out with my son, and doing the same ‘ol thing. Washing dishes, changing diapers, laundry, vacuuming, supporting my husband, etc. The list goes on and on. I don’t get out much. And I’m certain no one would call this a “glamorous” career or life. But is that what I care about really? No.

Just like Chewy, but to the umpteenth power, I am living my purpose everyday. I can see in my sons eyes that I am making a difference. He is never going to forget me or be able to run from how much I love him.

I may not be dressing up for a movie premiere to be “noticed and recognized” but my son recognizes me. My husband recognizes me. And I can recognize myself.

I write this more for myself so that I don’t forget about this. In the daily Ho Hum of life, I get frustrated and lose my cool. I get distracted and lose my way. I get lonely and let negative “self talk” take over.

But now I commit to look for more ways to recognize where I’m being recognized. :)

 

 

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  1. Thanks, I needed that!

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