I’ve been reading the blog from NCC in Washington, DC.  A missions team just returned from Kenya.  Wow.  I’ve not yet been to Kenya, but reading some of the experiences of the team, I am mentally and emotionally transported back to Mexico.

Part of me wonders is I am sick, discontent, insert word here, because I am not doing what I was created to do.  On Sunday, at the picnic, I was so alive.  I knew who I was, I was confident in what I did and what I said.  I was simply me.  But then Monday-Friday, I have to work really hard to be confident, to find “me” in the work that I do. 

Please understand that I enjoy the people with whom I work; the vision of the company is great.  Our president wants to make a difference in the world–he wants to make the world a better place, making teeth available to everyone.  (This may sound weird to those of you who are not dentists–but missing teeth do cause greater health issues in the long run…bone loss, among other things.)  In general, I enjoy the times I get to use my brain to help the company.  But there is something that is missing…a disconnect between what I’m doing and what I was created to do.

I don’t really know where I am going with this blog.  I guess I’m putting out there what I’ve put out hundereds of times before.  As I write this, lyrics go through my head to a song that I cannot name.  “There’s gotta be more, to life…”