I frequently forget what my job is in life. Every few weeks, I decide my job is to become a traditional grandmother who stays home, bakes cookies, and magically lives in two different cities at the same time so I can be available for every grandchild.
That is not my job.
When I see someone struggling – wrecking their friendships, stressing their marriage, unsettling their kids – I think it is my job to fix things. To point them to a better way.
But, that is not my job.
Occasionally, I think it is my job to tweet something so pithy and brilliant that it will silence all the shouting and name-calling and chaos on social media.
Thank goodness, that is not my job.
It turns out, even in the enormous pressure and amazing opportunities of life, my job is still quite simple:
To do right, love mercy, and walk humbly with my God. (Micah 6:8 NLT)
All the other things might fit into those words. Baking cookies, attending school plays, speaking truth to a friend, writing something world-changing. If so, it won’t be because those were my jobs. It will be because I’m walking humbly with my God, and He gave me the nudge.
The difference is subtle. But, it takes off all the pressure.