Being recognized

Okay, so when we were at the urgent care center, the nurse that helped us, a wonderful lady named Louann, knew my kid. She happened to the CW's homeroom mom at school. That really helped calm CW down, a lot. However, what really disturbed me was the that she knew me!. Apparently, she also goes to my church and not only knew who I was but also coud describe my husband to me and told me who we sit behind on a regular basis. A little weird in a lot of ways.

However, this is nothing new. People always seem to know who Jason and I are. Talk about living in a fish bowl. Being a houseparent means your every move is open to inspection by people you don't know. It can become quite frustrating at times.

However, the more I think about it, the more I am glad that people recognize me as they do. It keeps me on my toes when I am out and about. I tend to focus on the fact that I am doing business for the home, that how I treat people will reflect on the home, and that I am a representive of the home. There have been numerous situations through the past two years that my selfishness, temper and frustration have disipatted because I remind myself that I am an employee of the home and we want to keep good community relations and I could be offending supporters of our cause.

Now, the sad reality is that I don't often apply this same principle to my Christian walk. It is not that I forget that I am a Christian. I have been on this journey too long to forget that. No, I always know I am a Christian. I just don't always view my Christianity as I do my job. I mean, it would give God so much glory pleasure if constantly remind myself that I am doing my Father's business, that how I treat people will reflect upon my Father and that I am a representive of Christ. I know that if I could have that in the my mind at all times I wouldn't have a struggle with selfishness because my focus would be on other people. I wouldn't have a temper because the peace that goes beyond all understanding would be present and I my frustrations would be diminished greatly because I would be looking at those people I come in contact with as children of the my King and Father and through His eyes not my own. What an amazing life that would be to live!