(July 14, 2016)
“Where is my purse?” This is the question a patient of mine keeps on asking every 3 minutes or so. She is around 80 years old, who recently fractured a bone and needed a surgery to fix it. She will tell you she doesn’t know where she is, but she can track time by looking on her wristwatch. She knows she has shoes somewhere but she doesn’t know if the bed facing her is hers. She will complain of her pain and will refuse to walk because of it. In the midst of everything happening around her and all her confusion, there is one thing that she will always ask. Where is her purse?
How attached are we with the material things we own?
When the time comes that I will be stripped away with everything I have, my sanity, my possessions, and my security. Will there be something left deep inside me? What will be that one thing that I will be searching for repeatedly?
I pray that when those moments of darkness comes, I will continue to rely to the Lord and not on other things that will keep me astray. I desire to have an unselfish heart that seeks something that will benefit others and not just myself. I dream of that day when I won’t be described by things I have or have accomplished but instead by how I interact with people around me, the relationships I’ve made and the faith I live by.
I know that dreaming; desiring and praying for it are not enough. It will take a lot of time for sure, but with little steps, it is still attainable.
Goal: To be known by what you truly are and not by things you have or titles you’ve achieved. To have a heart that seeks for the Lord, a heart that doesn’t rely from the mind.
#challengeaccepted