The etymology (fancy name for where a word comes from) of the word vocation takes it back to the word voice. I love the idea of that relationship.
My vocation is my voice in the world. It’s what I’m charged to do every day. My voice is my vocation.
As a writer, voice is that all-important, yet unexplainable thing that makes great literature. It’s all about the voice. No one can slap a real definition on what voice actually IS, but they sure try – sorta like God.
We try to define God, but we really only capture the smallest essence. That’s part of the evolution of faith – we understand a bit more each day of what God has revealed to us. But try as we might to define God – God will never be contained by us.
God is so much more than we can imagine. It’s the greatest mystery of all time. Keep up the sleuthing and we’ll be rewarded with a glimpse of the truth.
I’m settling into my vocation. It can be difficult to throw thoughts out there into the world, because it contains my voice – my soul is in everything I do.
So despite my trepidations, I’m sharing my vocation/voice/soul with the world. Maybe one day, I’ll hear back from you about it.