When the Greeks died, they asked, "Did he have passion?" Occupational Therapy is my passion and has been since the 9th grade! If this is not my purpose, then I don't know what is. My passion is with adult patients with physical and neurological disabilities. But working with students with developmental, emotional, cogntive and mental disablities has opened my eyes to new possibilites.
I get down and think of all my "problems" when really I have minimal. These adolescents are exposed to horrible things at an early age. Anger problems that I can't even fathom. They need a listening ear most of the time. They need to figure things out, problem solving and develop positive coping skills. They need me. Which brings me to realize that life has it's purpose for me. God has put me in this position for some reason and I anxiously await to see it unfold.
When I was searching for my soulmate after multiple disapointments, I thought my purpose was to become a nun. I'm not joking :) I decided if that was my purpose then I would marry God and be His Sister in Faith. I'd give up sex...eeek haha. But I was serious! I heard in my head during the heartfelt prayers "Patience". It was not audiable where it was out loud, but I definately heard the word inside my head. Call me crazy but here I am almost 1 year of marriage to man who treats me like a queen.
I get angry and upset often about my current issues. I am human. But I am thankful for my journey thus far. I continue to smile and praise God for the life he lets me live. I patiently wait for my time to come.
Amen,
Angela
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