Once you make a decision to move to China….what do you do next? That is a question that has been consuming my tiny brain for the past 2 months. I am moving to China. Never would have guessed that those words would be able to be put together in one sentence let alone, something I would be saying and actually doing.
When in kindergarten on career day my hopes in life were set high when I came dressed in an apron, with a plastic cup taped to one of my mothers cookie sheets. Waiting tables was indeed my dream job. It was something about helping people, serving others, and the fact that you got to write orders down in that little black book, that really inspired me. All throughout my life I have known one thing about myself. I love being able to help others. Some call that a people pleaser, a “yes” person, or someone with a very big heart. I would say all those in some way shape or form, have truth in my life.
The summer of my sophomore year my childhood dream came true. I owned my own black apron that not only came with a nifty Lone star pin, but was also accessorized with the infamous black book. Taking orders, talking with customers, and being able to make someone’s experience special, made my job wonderful. For a kindergartener, I was pretty dead on!
The good book mentions that we are to live with child like faith. You often hear adults stating they wished they could be a kid again. Back in the day they didn’t have to worry, didn’t have the responsibility, didn’t have stress, but rather, had time to play, imagine, and grow. There is truth in that. I often find myself playing super hero’s with my nephews rather than being mature and sipping wine at the adult table. I believe this is not only because I love kids, especially ones I am related to, but because being around children is refreshing. Their out look on life is real. Their minds are not hindered by the world’s harsh ways, they are focused, they have all the time in the world to be with you and listen to you.
Its times like this in my life that makes me wonder what Dad was meaning when he told us to have child like faith. Times where I feel pretty helpless and needy, Times where I feel like a kid. Obviously I am not a kid, I am not currently a waitress either if anyone was wondering. Saying that I am going to move to China to teach English is similar to playing super heros. I have to fly, I imagine but can’t actually see where the people are I have to save, I will have to use a secret code or language, and I am pretty sure I will get to see some cool ninja moves. It is scary trusting Dad with your life, but isn’t that what kids do everyday? They rely on their parents to provide for their needs and show comfort and love wherever they are. They challenge us to use our imagination and to not put life in a box, but rather adventure out and be willing to do whatever comes our way.
Child like faith isn’t really that hard to understand its just our sinful nature and the evil ways of the world that have helped us in forgetting or neglecting what faith in Dad really looks like in our own lives.
This is my journey as a super hero trying my best to live a child like faith and follow the path Dad as set before me. My plan is to allow you to journey along side and hopefully see an example lived out and be able to be challenged, informed, or able to relate to what I will be going through. For now I haven’t perfected my super hero name or special talent, but hopefully one day it will be revealed!
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