Early Mornings, Ice Cream, and FBI Agents

Recently, I made a list of all the things I want to be when I grow up. It goes something like this: teacher, author, singer, actress, professional basketball player, FBI agent, President of the United States of America, and a few other reasonable jobs. Okay, so I realize that author and teacher are a little out of my reach, but President of the United States is a very reachable goal.

Can’t you see it now? I can. I’m behind a big desk, making laws, and pigging out on a whole half-gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, a gift from the Queen of England. But, if I eat too much ice cream I might get sick and I’m not the biggest fan of puking. Maybe President of the Untied States is not the best job for me.

How about an FBI agent? Too bad I’m no good at solving crimes. Well, that idea is out the window.

Then I’m going to be a professional basketball player! I know what a basketball looks like. And I know that bouncing it up and down is called dabbling. At least I think it is.

I’m not the best author, and there are plenty of people with better voices than me.  Being a teacher requires getting up early, and acting is a hard field to get into.

I don’t know what I want to be. But that’s okay, because I don’t know everything. Maybe being the garbage woman is what I was gifted to do! I don’t know.

But, I could have my entire life planned out, but be told that I wasn’t created to complete the goals I spent so long perfecting.

Two fishermen were called to shore and told that they weren’t supposed to be fishing for fish, but fishing for men instead. They were supposed to be gathering people for God’s use.

I can make all the plans I want, but God will still have me do what is best for everybody. What is best for me.