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What’s your point?

in Life Lessons, Random Musings

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I have been dwelling on a deep thought for about a week: Why am I here?

Am I here to write words that I only hope eventually land in the New York Times bestseller list? Am I here to wipe noses and butts? Am I here to be my husband’s helper? Am I here to mentor? Am I here to make an impact in the dyslexic community? Am I here as a prayer warrior? I know my passions, but what’s my point of existence?

In pondering these various thoughts it hit me what my real meaning is:

I am here to be the person that I needed when I needed a person.

About 9 years ago I was interviewed for a position and was asked, “What bad things have happened in your life?” I was honest. The result: I was labeled with a victim mentality.

That was a hard blow for me to take, and it honestly took me years to get over it. I never saw myself as a victim. I think a victim takes trials and uses them as excuses. I, however, try to turn bad things into opportunities to help people.

Being open about my miscarriage gave me the opportunity to minister to others as they went through the process.

Talking about my years of infertility opened the door for others to confide in me about their own trials.

Talking about the loneliness associated with being locked behind the confining walls of a house with three kids with six rounds of stomach bugs in 5 months allowed others to see that “this too shall pass.”

Talking openly about how amazingly awesome my marriage is offers hope to others not to settle. Marriage can be great.

Blogging about temper tantrums, screaming fits, loss of self-control, a sink full of dirty dishes, a mountain of laundry, and the occasional trip to the ER allows others to see that nobody is perfect.

Sharing my fears about dyslexia have connected me with people (quite literally) across the globe.

I don’t see confessing these things as having a “victim mentality;” I see them as being an open book. I think any time that I can share a personal trial in such a way that others can see that they are not alone makes the trials worth the pain.

Parenthood is hard. Heck, life is hard. No one anywhere has it all together.

I just choose to be real about it. THAT openness and honesty is my point. After all, I cannot be the person I needed when I needed a person if no one knows that I am that person.

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