You thought I forgot didn’t you?
Day 6: If you couldn’t answer with your job, how would you answer the question, ‘what do you do’?
I used to hate this question. It brought on anxiety, excuses, and zits. I so badly wanted to have a job in order to have an answer to the ever-present question, “What do you do?” I listened to the world’s lies that told me that if I didn’t have an answer to that question that was somehow related to an income, I was underachieving. I put ridiculous pressure on myself to have a viable answer for that big question. Eventually, I finally understood that God cares not if my answer equates to being on a payroll, He cares if I am following Him and seeking His will. If that’s within a job: awesome. If that’s within staying home, volunteering, and pouring into my husband: awesome.
So I love this question. I love that it pokes a little deeper, a little farther down than the job description.
What do I do?
I do worship.
I do time hanging out with my God.
I do serving my amazing husband.
I do early mornings.
I do to-do lists.
I do do-overs.
I do healthy eating.
But I also do cookie dough with abandon.
I do falling hard for friends, and sticking with them forever.
I do singing.
I do budgets.
I do words.
I do strong convictions.
I do compassion.
I do ridiculously goofy things. Often.
I do investing in young people’s hearts, brains and souls.
I do musicals and karaoke and impromptu dance parties.
I do clearance.
I do fitness and pushing my body to its limits.
I do education.
I do Target.
I do stick figure drawings.
I do hosting: any time, any occasion.
I do gardens, and flowers, and dirt.
I do sunshine.
I do weekend adventures.
I do truth telling.
I do sweat.
I do family time.
I do life.