Monday, November 19, 2012

For I am not ashamed...


     Growing up, sometimes my family had money, and sometimes we didn’t. We lived in an adobe brick house that we built ourselves. It was very unconventional. When I was very young, I didn’t know that I “should” feel embarrassed about not having money or a nice, normal, house. But when I became a teenager, I sometimes did feel embarrassed.  I felt abnormal, like everyone pitied me. Now, I am very encouraged by my background. I am so glad that God took my family through highs and lows. He has taught me to be content in everything, and I can relate to so many people.
     Now that I have grown up and am pursuing my own career, I sometimes feel ashamed of my vocation. I don’t mean that I always feel ashamed that I want to do missions. Most of the time I am extremely excited that God would choose me for such a task. But sometimes, the pressure placed upon me by family members to do something more difficult (like medical school) in school gets into my head. Most people do not think as missions as a job. I feel like many think that I am pursuing a hobby, and that I will be unprepared when I enter into the “real world” after graduation. But I also take encouragement in my vocation, praising God that he is helping me to escape the capitalist mindset of living to make as much money as I can.  Instead, I am trying to live for something that will last into eternity.
            

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