I know that I have been wasting time trying to find my niche in the working world. It seems that the more I struggle with trying to find the right fit for me in the job market, the more depressed I get. Once I do stop, I find some purpose. It's weird....I know. Most expect me to keep struggling, especially now that my financial situation is looking dire. I can't....especially now that I found some other purpose in my life. It is funny that I have such a passion for preserving local history...when over a year ago I had none.
Yet I can't help thinking that there is a reason why I have such as a passion now. Just like Esther of the Old Testament, I am where the Lord wants me to be and in the situation I'm in because I needed to have my eyes opened. There are lessons to be learned and legacies to be unearthed for future generations. I know that in my own strength I can't make the past come alive for the young. I can't redeem the time either without thought to how it will affect those who I come in contact with on a daily basis.
It is a battle against time and deterioration. Every day I hear of another precious artifact lost forever or of a historical building losing its battle to the wrecking ball. Someone has to stand in the breach. Someone needs to reach the young and let them know about their history before it disappears. How?....by showing them the rich resources they have if they only reach out and take a hold of them.
You redeem time by teaching the young to respect the history of their community and showing them that they are making history even as they speak. Then they will carry it on to their children to cherish.
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