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When I was younger, I could never understand the desires other people had. I would listen to my friends talk about their dream jobs and if I could relate - as in, perhaps I wanted the same things too - I would see the cleverness in their goals. But when I could not relate, I couldn't help but scrutinize their choice and think "why on earth would they choose that?" I mean, why would someone want to cut open another person and probe at their insides with surgical tools? Why would someone want to stick their hands in someone else's mouth to check their teeth? why would anyone want to work on cars or develop video games? I just never understood it.

Until my mother, wise as she is, said these words and blew me away.

"God puts different desires in everyone."

With such a simple statement, you would think I'd have figured it out myself, but it was one of those times in which my own preferences blinded me from seeing the truth that was set clearly before my eyes. God, our master and creator, established in us each something different and unique. This includes desires, physical looks, internal processes and pure hearts. He sculpted each individual to be special and gave us the ability to develop the skills we need to become who we are supposed to be.

He has equipped us for destiny.

isn't that amazing?
xx Nicole Rose

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  1. That is amazing :) It's really beautiful :)

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  2. Wow that's really good! Very thought provoking. Love your blog design too:) -Bethany!

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  3. There is so much truth in this. I thought all of those jobs were horrible - doctor, mechanic, so forth - but if everyone hated them there would be no one to do them. God gave them the desire for it, and they enjoy it.

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  4. It is amazing! :)
    This post speaks to me so much...I literally have no words.

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  5. Such a true statement; mothers are indeed wise. Thank you for sharing that with us, Rosie. <3

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