A mis-carried life?

Monday! What a strange day today! I got up early and went about my business but the energy of the day has been strange. (or maybe it was that late bowl of cereal I had?)

I don't know...either way....the day moves on...

This is actually a blog I wrote a while back. I have edited it a bit but wanted to include it in my new "blog spot".

A Miscarried Life?!?

I was on my run again and I was listening to my lil ol IPOD and a song came on that I've heard several times before. But this time, there were two words that rang out to me….

"miscarried life"

Wow! What's THAT all about?!? I started thinking about what miscarried is, by definition… meaning something that didn't go to it's full goal. I got home and looked it up and the definition (according to Webster) is::

1. To have a miscarriage; abort.

2. To go astray or be lost in transit

3. To fail to attain an intended goal, as a plan or project.

How crazy is that? To live a miscarried life….

A life that never reaches its full goal….a life that you get lost in, go astray from. How does that happen?

I've had the privilege of working with a lot of pre-teens/teens. I see/hear of some of them now and they are all older (yikes! I'm getting old!) When we catch up, I ask what they are up to and they share. Very few of them are still pursuing the things they once shared with me as their "life's dream".

Heck! I look at my own life and I am not where I thought I would be. I'm not doing what I thought I would.

But in all of this…I ask myself, "are you living a miscarried life, Lizzie? Have you aborted your goals and purpose? Have you gone astray; gotten lost?"

…all very good questions.

My heart's desire…to take my life to FULL TERM!

There is a part of me that wants to march around with my little picket sign shouting, "I am living my life full term!" But then there is the other part of me that looks in the mirror every-so-often and can't help but be a bit disappointed in my reflection. Although my heart would scream that it hasn't forgotten, it still believes, the small, still whisper in my mind wins out more than not.

I want to live my life to the fullest. Not just full of my own stupid, selfish desires, but to live a life of service to humanity. This, I believe is my life's purpose.

Sometimes, I feel we surrender to the small, still voice because it is easier. Every day I am finding that it takes GUTS to do what we believe. It takes courage be willing to live everyday out and be true to ourselves. But I believe that it is in that truth to oneself that we learn to live in truth to others.

And in that, we live our life out full term and not have a miscarried life!