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A Note to Myself




So, you want to change the world?
What are you waiting for?

I know you used to believe you could.
So, what are you waiting for?

I know life always turns out differently than you planned,
but remind me, what are you waiting for?

Waiting on…. enough time to save “enough” money?
Time is more valuable than money.
Once money is spent, you can always get more.
Such is not so with time.
Spend your time wisely.
Rather, don’t spend.
Invest it. (in others).

Waiting on… enough “friends” to have a platform to speak?
Platforms come and go, so do friends.
Don’t cultivate your audience. Cultivate your character.
Quality is better than quantity any day.


Waiting on… more schooling?
You’re already over-educated and over-qualified for a majority of jobs you would enjoy and feel successful at doing.
Schooling isn’t a bad thing, but it could very well be a deterrent from the “best” thing for you for now.

Waiting on… finding “the one” and running off into a “happily ever after”?
If there is such a thing as “the one,” he’ll be far more proud to call you his if you’re developing who you are in Christ, using your God-given talents, and sharing them to brighten up your corner of the world than sitting around all damsel-in-distress-like and waiting for him to “complete” you.
By the way, you need a man who specializes in leading, not rescuing. Leading, on its own, is a big enough responsibility. Don’t put more on him than necessary. Purpose to do him good for all the days of his life, which includes you doing your part to change the world.

So, you want to change the world?
Remind me, what are you waiting for?

Find a need. Fill it.
And by doing so, you are changing the world.
It may not look like what you ever imagined.
But that’s okay.

Nothing ever does.

Though one drop in the ocean doesn’t seem like it makes much difference at all,
remember, all it takes is one current to change the tides.

Go. Change the World. Today.
One need.
One person.
One day at a time.

What are you waiting for?

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