Like most other young Asian girls, I took piano and violin lessons. My parents forced me to practice hours a day, because it was supposed to teach me discipline and perhaps even form a back-up net for when I'm left jobless and stranded on the streets. When people asked me what my passion was, I always said, "Piano!" because that's the only thing I was ever good at. One day, my mom said to me, "How can you say that this is your passion? Your passion is something is something you're willing to spend hours on. You don't have to be told to practice. You do it every day, because you want to." So I stopped.
But this is the it that my mom was talking about - this blog, all 546 posts, my journals, my secret life as a closet songwriter, the diary entries I wrote when I was 7. This is the one thing I've been doing relentlessly everyday of my life since I learned my ABCs. It's the thing that makes me late for school in the morning and what I try to perfect in the late hours of the night. And I knew this, but in relation to vocation, I've always asked, "How can I ever pursue this wholeheartedly? When will the world ever need my writing?"
But now I'm realizing how much I need my writing.
"So, vocation comes to be understood less as a line of work, and more as mode of being, less as an expression of what is known, and more as a way of knowing, less as something done to deliver a message to others, and more as a way God reveals to us who we are, Who He is, how we are connected." - Scott Cairns
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I believe you know the answer to these questions.
I TOLD you it was a good article!
I was talking with my friend Danelle today and I said how my direction just keeps changing as I'm presented with new opportunities. She said how that's one awesome thing as a Christian, how we don't need to be searching for a career. We're searching for our vocation. It bugs me when people always say that it doesn't matter, as long as you're happy and whatever else - it's so romanticized. But I like how she put it.
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