Heart in Hands
May. 18th, 2010 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
krikketgirlOne year, as a token of thanks for my service in volunteering, the school librarian and clerk gave me a keychain that is shaped like a hand, with a heart inscribed in the middle. I ended up hanging it from my rearview mirror, and every time I look at it I think about taking my heart in my hands and how that applies to volunteering.
In a way, I think of the work I do--whether it's voluntary or paid--as the service equivalent of putting my money where my mouth is. Putting my hands where my heart is, in a way--showing, by my deeds, where my heart is. Letting my work stand for my sentiment.
It's all well and good to think in ideals--I do it myself. But it's another thing to take that belief and hope and put it into practice. I'd like to think that I'm working toward the day when every task my hands undertake is done in love, with my whole heart--when every deed is done, heart in hand.
In a way, I think of the work I do--whether it's voluntary or paid--as the service equivalent of putting my money where my mouth is. Putting my hands where my heart is, in a way--showing, by my deeds, where my heart is. Letting my work stand for my sentiment.
It's all well and good to think in ideals--I do it myself. But it's another thing to take that belief and hope and put it into practice. I'd like to think that I'm working toward the day when every task my hands undertake is done in love, with my whole heart--when every deed is done, heart in hand.
