About once a month Bryan Allain and I grab breakfast at this little restaurant called Country Gardens. Bryan generally orders something healthy (which I often predict, correctly, on Twitter), while I tend to stick with the artery-blocking, stint-inducing options such as creamed dried beef on toast or eggs and scrapple.
It’s always fun, catching up with another writer, stealing his ideas, talking through some of my own challenges. Something Bryan said this morning grabbed my attention.
Who are you burdened for?
In other words, what specific types of people do you feel directed to pour your life into?
Many people become teachers because they feel burdened for kids. Many people become marriage counselors because they feel burdened for couples going through rough times. Many people become circus clowns because they want to scare little children.
I’m starting to realize that I have a burden for people who have a story but can’t tell it themselves.
Maybe, just maybe, if you have trouble finding purpose in life, it’s because you’re not taking time to help the people for whom you feel the greatest burden.
Who are you burdened for? What are you doing to help lighten their load?