I remember writing the words, “I want to make a difference, I want to be a change-agent.” In my life, the longing to not be anonymous was great—chalk it up to personality or giftings or living in a troubled home with parents who often reminded me that they only stayed together because of the little girl who carried their DNA.
I wanted “unwanted” to be erased.
Your words may have been different, but they were there. We may not care about fame or power or position. But within us is the burn to to leave the world around us just a bit better than we found it.
What that world looks like to us may be different. For some of us, the world may be the people in our lives. For others, it may be the culture in our midst. But for all of us, it is the…