Greater Things

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“We must know that we have been created for greater things, not just to be a number in the world, not just to go for diplomas and degrees this work and that work. We have been created in order to love and to be loved.” [Mother Teresa]

 

When asked to describe ourselves how often do we mention our jobs, education, friends, family, and even our accomplishments? This summer I was a summer intern, the waterfront intern, the newly twenty-one year old, and the girl from Southern California. Now I am a senior in college, a graphic design and marketing intern, a multimedia major, and a Younglife leader. More often than not I claim these descriptors as the things I have been created for. I find it tremendously easier to explain to someone that I am a senior in college who leads Younglife than to explain to someone the depths of my mind. The difficulty is neither the fault of the speaker or listener, but rather the society in which we live. Society dictates that we must proclaim our accomplishments as badges of honor. Society also tell us that these accomplishments are to be concrete and socially acceptable, to not mention anything that might bring about shame or distance oneself from another.

We are told not to mention abstract concepts such as feelings and emotions, but to stick with facts and figures. Friends, if no one else has told you this I am so so sorry. You were created for such much more than to just be a number in this world. You were “created for greater things… in order to love and to be loved.” Shoot. Did that make any of you uncomfortable? The first time I read this I legitimately thought well, that just can’t be it. I felt I was created to be a part of something greater than myself, something that was actually going to make a difference. That’s the crazy thing about love though, isn’t it? “Love is not warm and fuzzy or sweet and sticky. Real love is as tough as nails.” [Glennon Doyle] We were created to be tough and to do all of the hard things, but we can only do these things through the lens of love. We must cast off all the labels we cover ourselves with. You are more than your job. You are more than your G.P.A. You are more than your accomplishments in this world. You are to love and be loved.

This past summer I experienced one of the truest forms of love I ever have. The title of waterfront intern was a formality, simply a job description. When all was said and done my true job this summer was to love human beings regardless of who they are, where they came from, or what they had done. I was given the gift of a position where I could love on people without an agenda, with no strings attached whatsoever. The crazy thing about opening your heart to love like that means your heart is now open to receive the exact same love from others. Friends, let me tell you I freaked out. I did not understand why anyone wanted to love me and all my crap [even though that is exactly what I was doing]. The rules of society didn’t apply here, people wanted to hear the abstract. They wanted to hear not only the things that make your heart race but also the things that make your heart ache.

These types of friendships and this type of love is where the magic happens. It is where we begin to find comfort in our own skin. It is almost never warm and fuzzy, it is almost always painful and powerful. I see you sitting behind this screen [well, not actually because that would just be creepy] seeking for something. You may have wandered to this site because you know me or you may have stumbled upon it via the google. I may not know you or your story, but I bet I do know one [or maybe even two] thing[s] about you. You are a human being who was created to love [and be loved in return]. In this season of life I would like to encourage you to peel off those labels, those accomplishments we wear with such honor, and just be. Please, don’t settle for just being another number in this world. Be the human who loves.

Thanks for joining me on this journey, I hope you find what you’re looking for.

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