You see me whipping around like a balloon with its string untied. You find me hiding under a rock. You think I’m an immaculate perfectionist, he thinks I’m a shameless slob, and I don’t think. I am simply Rebecca.
Do I do what I do because of others’ expectations of me? I can’t! The endless seesaw of ups and downs makes me seasick – and you know how easily I get motion sickness.
There is only one expectation that I strive to fulfill – God's. I try to love the unloved, because I know how it feels to be lonely. I give wholeheartedly and give in any way I can, because that is how I love. I expect nothing in return, because I need nothing in return. God has blessed me with too much – I will never have any need to hold anything back. The joy that comes with what I do overflows into song. That is why I do it!