Me, first thing in the morning.
I took this photo to make a point. I'm no one special. I'm just a round, sixty-one-year-old woman who takes a long time to wake up and begin her day. However, like most people, I crave purpose. I need a reason for living. Where do I find it? How do I know if I even have a purpose?
God tells me He had a reason to create me, a path that is mine alone to walk. I trust Him. But, there are days when I feel pretty close to worthless. Times when I'm weary and in pain and I mostly just try to make it through the day--times when I don't feel motivated to do much of anything. And I know that as I grow older the weariness will become more intense and very likely so will my pain. When I can do little more than sit and chat, what will my purpose be then?
And then I remember my life. I have had an incredible time, filled with family and friends and service to my Lord. There has been music, joy and worship. Laughter, tears and troubles. But . . .
I HAVE A PURPOSE
I've been given a beautiful calling. I'm valuable, for God has given me purpose. When I am old and feeble and my vision becomes dim, I am still me and the meaning of life will continue to embrace me. Memories will warm my heart and I will delight in the heritage I received and then . . . gave to others.
Grace and peace to you from God,