When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up

At 36 years old, I probably ought to know what I want to be when I grow up. Ah, if only it were that simple!

I have a good career, a patient husband, many loving friends, and the best mother on earth. I have everything I need and, frankly, most of what I want.

Yet I still find myself searching—often without knowing what it is I think I’m looking for. I just know there’s a sense of unrest in my heart, something telling me I’m not yet where I need to be in my life. This is far more than a question of home address or career. It’s a core issue of Who Am I and What Does That Mean?

As a child, we’re generally taught that we need to grow up, get an education, choose a career path, find a mate, and get busy enjoying life. It’s all but a step-by-step process defined for us by people who should know: parents, teachers, neighbors, mentors. They’ve been there, right? And they’ve got it all figured out.

Of course, time reveals there is no formula. Maybe there’s some kind of secret algebra that tells us how to get the best job, make the most money, raise perfect children. (Or maybe I just should be reading more Forbes and Martha Stewart Living.) But to get beyond the superficial has little, if anything, to do with prescription.

I wonder if perhaps the best user’s manual we have might be the “Our Father,” specifically the line in which we ask God to “give us this day our daily bread.”

Could it be that simply by asking for our most basic needs, we can begin a conversation through which the greater truths about ourselves are revealed? Can it be that easy?

Author and speaker Matthew Kelly often says we are “hypnotized by complexity.” I love that line because I can relate to it so well.

So here’s to trying something new, something simpler.

Father, may thy will be done in me.


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About the Author

Jennifer Scroggins works in Marketing in Cincinnati, Ohio.
  • Cindy Scroggins

    Thank you for standing by me as I try to find out who I want to be.