Hey, people! I know I don’t normally post on here. Most of the time I’m just the test subject/photographer/figurehead but today I thought I’d offer some thoughts.
Over the past two years, I’ve been asked one question, repeatedly, “What are you doing now that you’ve moved out to Ohio?” When I tell them I’m working this night shift full-time to help support Elizabeth through grad school, the look is pitying. Poor guy. You have to work this awful job so your wife can go to school.
All of this has made me think about sacrifice. How we think of it and what it really is…The dictionary defines ‘sacrifice’ as ‘the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.’ I don’t think of myself as “some poor guy.” I’m honored to be able to do what I do.
It seems like we often view sacrifice as a negative. Surrendering something I really want for something I want even more- in this case, to build a life with my wife - can be difficult and painful. In fact, in order for it to be a sacrifice, it has to be painful to give it up. But it’s not just the end result that makes sacrifice worthwhile. It’s the practice of it. We think of sacrifice as “giving something up.” But just like you train a muscle (and it sometimes hurts to do that), you’re not giving up that muscle, you’re making that muscle stronger, ready to do more when it’s called on.
Love is worth the sacrifice.