Finding Momentum

I’ve got my bags packed and wait­ing in an air­port in Kansas City en route to Urbana.

I was think­ing today about how much I’m seek­ing a call­ing (or a life direc­tion, you could say). Life in the work­ing world has its way of suck­ing you onto its tread­mill, where it’s easy to sim­ply wake up one day, and a year has passed, and you’re still sport­ing the same haircut.

But I was think­ing today that really, this is less about direc­tion than it is about iden­tity. I’m known less by my pro­fes­sional aspi­ra­tions, my friend­ships, the per­son I was in col­lege, my per­for­mance as a worker in the mar­ket­place than I am sim­ply God’s son.

I need some sort of kick start, some­thing to make that real­iza­tion hit home.