Cynthia's Story

I had met someone that challenged my very nature of why I cared so much about a lot. This person made me stop to think and contemplate his question Why I do? Like many of us, life will throw in our faces why we have choosen a certain road, rather than the one that everybody else seems to follow. Or, how dare we, think for ourselves. Honestly, I am glad he did ask me. It was a chance for me to find out for myself as well. With careful thought, I laid it out, brick by brick. Hoping that my aspirations would reap compound interest, and satisfy the childlike hidden demand in me to be all that God has called me to do, and be.

I don’t want to wake up and live my life another day on repeat. With the same attitudes and the same memories of what happened to me the day before that wasn’t ideal. I don’t want to hear of bad things that are going on in the world and how our economy is crumbling because of an already broken foundation. I want to know that when my eyes close at night, that the life I have lived that very day was one worth to not just myself and the ones I love dearly, but to a people that actually benefitted from the person I truly am.

I want to know without a doubt that I have walked a life of integrity and kept the personal promises I made to myself to achieve this and that, were goals that God can hug me for when I go see him in heaven one day.

I want to know that the advice I gave to coworkers and strangers alike, were moments of impact that made a difference to them so greatly that it set in motion a new pathway for their lives. That they themselves can wake up and be excited to play out and live.

I want to be in my dying bed never wishing I had done this, and the other things. I want to look up from the high mountain and see the world below me as it is, and still sigh with such awe and beam with amazment of how great Gods creations are. I want to know that I showed up in the the right way to my kids, and get to see how those commitments positively made a change for them.

I’ve got to know with everything within me, that I have done what I was created for, and that not just the big mission was completed of me, but that even the micro ones that God had planned came to be. Not just because I simply want too, or because he has created in me such desire to, but because I am looking for my father’s embrace of “Well done, my good and faithful servant”.

So I am not finished until he says it is so.

That is why I do.