I don’t know about you, but I walk around most days asking God what I was made to do. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was made to be the mommy of this one specific child. And I know that I was made to be in the lives of certain people. Both are wonderful reasons to be here, but if that’s the extent of what I was made for, then why, at every turn, do I feel that I’m still not fulfilling the ultimate chapter of my story?
I feel the tug all the time. To do more, to be more. But I haven’t yet received that wonderful email from above saying “go here and do this”. I look at my life and realize that while I’ve had struggles, I’ve weathered them pretty well and there’s really no excuse for me not to be living in the sweet spot of God’s calling.
Of this, I am sure. God wired me to need to feel that what I do matters. To know that that who I am as a parent will alter the legacy of my generational line. And that how I invest in others people’s lives will have an impact on them. But I don’t have a bullet list of five things that will help get me there. I don’t know that there is any remedy, other than prayer and seeking His will at all costs (which is a big enough challenge all on its’ own). All I know is that every day, I thank God that I still feel the need to accomplish something amazing for the kingdom and to bear fruit in ways that only I can do. As one of my authors, the incomparable Erin Healy said recently, there are worse things than death. For me, walking through life never knowing what my role in the story is would definitely make the list.
Any words of wisdom? Where did God plant you for a purpose only you can fulfill?