The complexity of humankind

Guest Blogger: Chellsea LaBarge studied  Non Profit and Leadership Management at ASU. She has spent the past several months learning and contributing to FH as an intern in the Phoenix office. 

 

The complexity of humankind

We humans are incredibly complex beings. We have physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual needs.

Throughout my life I understood intellectually that these needs existed. I understood when I was hungry or thirsty, I needed to eat or drink. I understood I thrived in the love of my closest companions. I understood my mind hungered to expand and grow. However, I did not understand in depth, our spiritual needs until a few years ago.

 

Trials and tribulations

At the conclusion of my first year of college, I experienced the greatest trials of my life. My parents went their separate ways, my family moved out of the town I grew up in, and my grades fell as a result of all the change happening at home, which caused me to temporarily lose my scholarship. It was an overwhelmingly stressful time in my life.

I was always provided for through all the changes. We moved, but my family was never homeless. We had a roof over our head, clean water to drink, food to eat and a place to come home to after work and school. Even though my parents were not together anymore, I still had a relationship with both my mother and father. My friends stayed by me through the transitions and tried to empathize with me as much as they possibly could. Although I had temporarily lost my scholarship, I was in the process of petitioning to gain it back. Despite my life changing in a drastic way, from the outside all my needs were met, except where was God?

 

Finding my identity

When I was growing up my parents told me about Jesus, what He did for us, and we went to church sometimes, but my identity was not planted in Christ. My identity was found in the wholeness of my family, the love of my friends and the success of my grades. All of those components in life are subject to change.

My identity fell apart when everything I tied it to diversified. For the first time in my life I understood the feeling of being lost; I had no idea where to go from there. In that season of becoming acquainted with the feeling of a lost identity I felt an urging towards this Jesus I learned about as a kid.

I contacted a friend that went to the church that I had attended with my family occasionally so I would not be alone. I started attending church on my own; I started to learn what it really meant to know Jesus.

My time spent at church, deep discussions of the Bible along with recognizing the character and love of God, showed me I had my foundation built on all the wrong things. I relied on those closest to me as well as my works to justify my self worth, instead of gaining my justification through Christ. I came to realize I needed to establish my character on the foundation of who I am in Him. I am a daughter of God, and I am loved in an incomprehensible way, that is my constant, my rock, in an ever-evolving world. Sometimes it takes trying circumstances to help us begin to realize one of the many reasons why we need Jesus.

In the same way that I was not whole until I found my identity in Christ, Food for the Hungry (FH) is helping people flourish in their communities, as well as building their foundation in God. FH has programs that meet the physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual needs of individuals. Leaving out one of those four characteristics that makes humans so beautifully complex would be detrimental. Please join FH in their continual efforts to provide all forms of aid around the world by visiting https://fh.org/give and give a donation today.

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About Charith Norvelle

I’m the girl that laughs at the “writers” who sit behind their Macs at a pretentious coffee shop trying to find inspiration... and then I laugh harder because I’m one of them. A coffee obsessed photographer, in love with God, people, and travel... but where I’m from, thats not original at all. Planted in Portland, Oregon growing in Phoenix, Arizona. I joined Food for the Hungry in 2008 because I love people. Photographing them, learning and sharing their stories and helping you to touch, taste, and smell their world... don’t worry... the smell's not that bad.

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