I Gave All I Had
When I was 21 years old, I was walking down the road in the little community I grew up in, which is where I’ve always lived, and someone hollered out their window as he was driving by, “Go to college!”.
I knew who it was. I had went to school with him since kindergarten. Apparently he didn’t think I should still be in this small town. Apparently he thought I should be pursuing a career. It’s not the first time I had heard that, and certainly not the last. He didn’t know that I was newly married and living the life I was called to.
Out to breakfast a few years back, I ran into a former school teacher. He looked at me and my four kids and said, “You know, I always thought you’d be teaching other children.” As if to indicate that I was wasting my teaching ability by just homeschooling my kids.
Someone at my church once told me, “You are an incredibly intelligent woman. Don’t waste that.” I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that one. I think I said that I wouldn’t. He came back later and apologized for how his comment sounded.
None of these men were trying to be unkind with their words. They were all trying to tell me that they could see my potential and value. I think their belief in me is flattering, but their worry is misplaced. It made me think of some other men that had unhelpful comments.
“Why was this fragrant oil wasted? For it might have been sold for more than 300 denarli and given to the poor.” The Bible says that the disciples who watched the woman anoint Jesus and wipe His feet with her hair “criticized her sharply” (Mark 14:3-9).