I’m an advocate for the little things in life. I appreciate it when the story has all of the details involved. I like to hear how point A travelled, grew, and changed on the way to point B. I’ve come to believe that it is because of that appreciation, the Lord has created me to be someone who advocates for that in the lives of His children.
I studied English in University for the first 3 ½ years. By the end of those years, I was unable to return to school due to insufficient grades. Heart broken and confused I accepted the truth and became an online student. With that decision, I also decided to change my major from English to Counselling. After that decision was made, life became more affirming to me. I had never experienced such a confidence in school before—let alone the general sense of confidence. In my studies, I learned that my heart and mind ache for the things that happen to us to make sense – to be able to give a reason for our actions. I learned that my appreciation for little things in life is because the details are what make us. That appreciation bleeds into the art of counselling. The moment it all came together – my reason for being the way that I was and finding a vocation that matches it – was quite the holy one.
Being able to recognise brokenness is not always a difficult one. Being able to get to the root of the brokenness can be hard, draining, and painful, yet holy. And it is in the journey getting there where the most growth can be had.
I believe that growing in love is life’s grandest pursuit. Lately, I’ve been learning a lot about how detrimental blame shifting is to the act of love. I’ve always been an emotional person but lately it seems as though my emotions have reached new levels. Being the “counsellor” that I am, I’ve been trying to get to the root of my seemingly new level of emotions. But I’ve been realising that in my pursuit of understanding, I started blaming. I started blaming situations, people, time, and failures to my lack of ability to understand and to move on in life. It’s hard for me to move on from something if I have not yet understood why it came into my life to begin with. Yet, in His enduring love (and firm hold on me) the Lord allowed me to see that,
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
And He allowed me to see that familiar passage of Scripture as honest and life-giving truth in the midst of stubbornness and “insisting of my own way.”
Thanks be to a God who is Love, who is patient, kind, truthful, and enduring always.