I’m going to deal with purpose for a few days. It’s been heavy on my heart lately. Not necessarily for anyone else, but mainly for myself honestly.
I have purpose in every second of my life. In every part of who I am there is purpose. Whether I choose to believe that is up to me, but regardless of whether or not I do believe it, it does not change the fact that it’s the truth. I am walking, talking, breathing, purpose.
My purpose isn’t determined by what I think it should be, but why God created it to be. And I can seek solace in the fact that anything I do in God’s will is perfection. As long as I operate in His purpose for me, what I do is perfect. Isn’t that good news? No matter how insignificant it may be seem, no matter how much like someone else’s work it seems, as long as I’m in God’s will it is perfection.
When I’m at work I don’t see perfection. I see a little bit of frustration. I see a little bit of weariness. I see some good, but I see some struggling. My purpose looks bleak to me. But I’m so glad that God sees differently. What I’m able to see isn’t everything, Truth be told, it’s not anything compared to what God sees.
Jeremiah 29:11 (NLT)
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.