I went to the women's retreat last weekend at our church. It made me think about a couple of things. Right now I've been pursuing photography. I work for a wonderful and very talented photographer and I am building my own business as well. It hasn't been completely consuming my heart and mind, but it's definitely what I do at least half of the available hours.
On Saturday the pastor's wives were challenging us to examine our personality, passions, skills, and how that should relate to our mission in life. As I ran through the many exercises, I realized that one of my hugest passions is seeing the oppressed have justice. One subset of the oppressed is the elderly - in my opinion. I think they're oppressed in that they are forgotten, unrespected, unloved, pushed aside, and hidden away.
So, those were some interesting re-revelations. I'm not quite sure how this all fits with what my life has become and where it's going. All I want to know is: do we ever stop wondering what we're going to do when we grow up? Sheesh! I sure hope I get to the end of that question very soon. I'm ready to pursue some defined mission.
