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Being unemployed does funny things to your brain. It fosters all of these ideas of grandeur. All of these possibilities. Maybe I could do this. Maybe I could do that. Maybe I could finally write that novel, burst into the greeting card industry (as my Dad fully supports and encourages me to do) or, and most importantly, make a lasting difference. Somewhere. To someone.

A few nights ago, I flipped open a small devotional that I keep next to my bed. It was a very brief entry, only about a paragraph, but the sentence that grabbed and held my attention was: "So many lives lack poise." The statement attached itself to my brain like a parasite and by morning I was still being eaten alive by it. (I know, sick.)

Right away, I went to my MacBook and fired up Merriam Webster. Again, I was drawn in and enticed in some way by the definition that caught and held: "to become drawn up into readiness". I've had a lot of time in the past couple of months to really think about who I am, who I want to be and what I'd love, if given the opportunity, to accomplish in this brief life.

I haven't come up with anything concrete, but there are a few things that I knew before and that I know even more securely, now. I've always and still want to be authentic and genuine. I still maintain the desire to encourage, bolster and touch another life. And I have so many creative juices going in my head and my heart that I'm practically a smoothie.

Anyway, the point is that the possibilities really are endless in terms of what I can do and how I can be used. Plus, I know that I daily want to be "drawn up into readiness", whatever that means for me. And for now, that feels like an answer, somehow. Something to strive towards. Something to settle into. Somewhere to go. So now? Now, I commit and wait. And prepare to be ready.

It's kind of a cool place to be, honestly.


"Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and your plans will succeed."
~ Psalm 16:3

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