We walk through life collecting habits. Some good, some… not so great. And like Ben Franklin once said, we work hard to shed the bad ones only to unknowingly pick up new ones along the way. That cycle—messy, beautiful, human—can leave us feeling inconsistent, unsure of what really defines us.
For the longest time, I thought I knew what my gifts were. I thought my purpose was clear. But somewhere along the way, life whispered a different truth. I returned to college, certain I was there to complete nursing classes. What I didn’t realize was that God had a different assignment in mind.
The program required giving of oneself to those less fortunate. And it was in that giving—a quiet offering of time, empathy, presence—that something shifted. I wasn’t just fulfilling a requirement. I was being shown what I was truly made for.
In that moment, I discovered my favorite habit. Not a habit born out of routine or discipline—but one born of grace: the habit of giving.
And it’s strange, isn’t it? The habits that leave the deepest marks on our soul aren’t always the ones we plan. They’re the ones that find us, shape us, remind us who we really are.
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