The Thief

It has been such a long time since I have been able to write.  There are a few things I am unwilling to give up in order to blog and those have been especially demanding lately.  My beautiful son has turned 7 months (do you believe it!?) and my wonderful husband is working like mad.  Let me tell you how I am feeling tonight.  My husband has had an absolutely terrible work weekend, 12 hour shifts, back-breaking labor, very seldom complaints.  He came home today exhausted and claiming that today was the worst day he has had in months (this is a big deal, his job is terrible).  The morning was awakened by getting yelled at for someone else's mistakes, it continued by having to run around trying to fix those mistakes, and then it was solidified when they discovered that their work conditions are being tightened ("Fear needs to be the primary motivator for hard work again").  Ugh.  Did I mention that after he got done with the worst day ever, he just got a call to come back in?  Cue- military wife's fake smile.  

Why am I telling you all of this?  Because not only is it on my mind, but it solidified to me that there will always be things in life that fight to steal truth.  Every day, people dress to impress. To me that means they dress for someone else.  For some, that isn't unfortunate.  But for those with uniform jobs, there is a desire for faceless workers.  Jobs desire robots, they desire clones.  Every day these bosses require their employees to fit the box and every day they push everyone to be "uniform."  My business coaches often say, "we all are born as individuals and die as clones."  Not only are we required to fit in, but we are asked to apologize if we don't!  This is disheartening in all regards.  But be careful to understand, however, that I don't expect anything more from jobs, the military, or society.  It is their job to maintain order and uphold a consistent standard.  But I want to encourage that you don't allow your person to stop at their boundaries.  When you leave your office, flightline, or store, find somewhere to release yourself.  Find out who you are and push that piece of yourself further.  Because if you don't intentionally pursue that piece at night, you will turn into the photocopy you are demanded to be during the day.  And losing the true you would be a deep travesty.  

"I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them." - Psalms 139:14-16