coughing and thinking

so I’ve been sick for the past few days- I have an upper respiratory infection that I’m trying to get rid of- coughing up a lung or two- no fun. Pretty disgusting actually. Blach.

I woke up this morning thinking about my blog… wondering why I haven’t written in such a long time. I think it has something to do with my current job. It has something to do with my lack of passion for my everyday life… the lack of interest in my everyday doings. It makes me understand why people end up lifeless. People who hate what they do usually don’t have much passion in their life… it dies. I don’t think my passion has died by any means… but taking a couple of sick-days and being away from the job has given my brain some room to think… it hasn’t been filled with meaningless thoughts. I woke up this morning wondering if I was still the same person who has been writing this blog for all this time. I believe I am- I wondering if it’s been a lack of time more than anything else- but I decided to go back and read some of the entries to kind of reacquaint myself with me. My thoughts on the game of life, risky business, worship, talking vs. walking, residue, and just weird people. On one hand, I am still the same person… and on the other hand, I think I’m a little different… maybe a bit wiser.

There are things I’m passionate about for sure. Sometimes all it takes to reawaken me is a song. Sometimes it’s a quote. Sometimes it’s a photo. Sometimes it’s a friend. Sometimes it’s an argument. Sometimes it’s scripture. Sometimes it’s a good movie. Sometimes it's good conversation. Sometimes it’s a memory. And sometimes it’s an upper respiratory infection.

When was the last time you took the time to reacquaint yourself with you? Have you taken the time lately to remember who you are and the things that spark life in your soul? There is a reason you have passions about certain things. You are to do something with those passions- you are to live and breathe them- you are to share them with others. God made you unique for a reason- it’s time you figure out why- and do something about it.

Anne Frank was someone who did just that- she figured out what she was passionate about- she was passionate about writing. And because of her devotion to her writing, millions of people were able to get a glimpse of what the Jewish nation suffered under Hitler. Her first-hand account is priceless and considered a historical record and masterpiece. Who would have thought that such a young girl had so much to share? What do you have to share? I bet there are people who would consider your passion a masterpiece.

Tara Lynn and I are about to launch a new blog that I think many of you will be interested in. And many of you will not. Stay tuned. It’s coming soon.