I think this linkup is a bit of an exception to my general linkup dislike because you really can use the word prompt however you want, and the five minute timeline encourages honesty in a good way.
I'm going to join in, but you should know that I wrote for seven minutes, and I did add a few words here and there for clarity. Not exactly following the rules, but this is my blog, so I can do what I want! I might join in when the word is interesting, but if it's a stinker of a word, I will have no problems skipping it. Stay tuned, but for now, here is my first installment.
It’s funny how one little word can take your mind on a whole new track. Purpose. A word that isn’t just a word, but seems to prompt a question.
"What is my purpose?"
That word and that question seems to come at an interesting time for me, because I have struggled with it. For the last couple years, I have lost sight not of my overall purpose, but my day-to-day purpose to a certain extent. I always have my overall purpose in mind because of the catechism our pastor’s wife taught us when I was a young teenager.
What is the purpose of man? To glorify God and enjoy Him forever.
That is always my ultimate purpose, and the purpose of every human being if they are willing to look and find it through what Jesus did for us in dying on the cross. He enables us to live out our purpose, the one that the human race lost in Eden. He got it back for us.
But still, my day-to-day, personal purpose has been wanting. For a while I tried to find it in this blog. Writers all around me seemed to be striving and reaching much bigger things - writing books, earning money, building a ministry.
I tried for a bit too, but it all just came up empty. Like chasing the wind.
This year I’ve been slowing down and realizing that my personal purpose won’t come from “making something of myself”. I think my greatest purpose comes into my room at an ungodly hour every morning, and asks if it’s time for breakfast yet. And I’m learning to stop striving and reaching for something bigger than the four brown-haired-heads slurping Fruit Loops and spilling milk.
I was looking too hard for something different that wasn’t there.
My purpose is sitting right there, at my kitchen table.