My mom came into town yesterday so I had her over for dinner last night. Sitting at my desk I was checking the current number of page views for my blog. I mentioned in an earlier posting about my compulsive tendencies and watching the numbers has become my new-found disorder. (We’re close to 1,500 if you were wondering) I click on the audience link and show her the page views from around the world. We have followers in Sweden, Denmark, France, Australia, Ireland, Brazil, Malaysia, Canada, and the United Kingdom. There is this little map next to the list that lights up every time you get a hit from a new country. It is a complete thrill but for the life of me I cannot understand this foreign interest. My mom says, “Oh boy, the last thing I would ever choose to do is write a daily blog.” I laughed but it started me thinking about the beauty of diversity. She likes to stay organized, I like to write, and my husband likes to manage – everything. (On occasion this leads to marital conflict, but that is another blog) Thank God we all have our own unique gifts and talents. How boring the world would be if we all liked to do the same thing. Who would cut my hair, mend me when I am broken, prepare a good meal, sing a country song, farm the land, protect our country, douse the summer wild fires, or make good wine. Everyone has a niche to fill and I suppose our job is to figure out where we fit in this world. I was listening to Sr. Simone Campbell from Nuns on a Bus. She is a religious rock star, a lawyer, a lobbyist, and a poet. She says we might think it is our job to fix everything but it’s not, “it is more important to listen deeply to our stories,” this is how we come to understand ourselves and the world. Simone believes we are one body and therefore, when we nourish each other, we are actually nourishing ourselves. I suppose the reverse must also be true? So what is the point? (I can hear my husband asking) Frederick Buechner said it so beautifully, “The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.” If hunger is the result of deprivation we need to stop starving ourselves. Figuring out what we love is vitally important to our health and the world. So I’m blogging, mom is organizing, and Larry is managing the rest!