What on the earth am I DOING here????

“You were made to fill a purpose that only you can do, so there couldn’t be a more beautiful you.” (Johnny Diaz)

Ever struggle with finding your purpose? Be honest. Have you been there? I’ve definitely been there. More than once. I was the nerdy kid at school who got teased mercilessly. Kids would spit on me, throw rocks at me, the works. It made me a little … well … insecure.

I’m sure everyone has a similar story. Somewhere along the way, you’ve been hurt. You feel damaged. You wonder why you were ever placed on God’s green earth.

I worked hard to overcome the odds. I paid my own way through university and landed my dream job as an editor at a legal publishing firm. I rubbed shoulders with some of the best lawyers in the country. Of course, on a good day, it took two hours to get to work and another two hours to get home. But it was worth it. I had finally become somebody.

Then I landed an even better job with my local City Council. I joked around that my job was to babysit the Mayor and his children (the Councillors), but secretly I had never been more proud of myself. I got to meet CEOs, members of Parliament, university and college presidents, millionaires, people after whom streets and buildings are named – all of the most important people in the city. Oh how my head swelled!

And then … I had kids. In an instant, my sense of self-worth disappeared. I went from having an illustrious career in which I discussed law and politics with my peers … to sitting around bare-chested in the breastfeeding room at church loudly comparing infant sleep and poo cycles above the sound of squalling babies. It’s hardly glamorous.

Most days it’s a miracle if I can get my make-up done, let alone leave the house. I’ve traded in heels for running shoes and power suits for spit-up stained sweatshirts. After two pregnancies, my bikini days (which, let’s be real, never existed in the first place) are permanently over and my eyes are perpetually bloodshot from lack of sleep. It takes a while to adjust.

Funny. When what you do is stripped away, you are suddenly faced with who you are. And the questions begin to swirl. What am I doing here? What is my purpose? Do I have a destiny?

Man, woman, or child – I’m SURE you can relate. Everyone is desperate for a sense of purpose.

So seriously, let’s talk about what really matters in life. Is becoming a success by the world’s standards important? A great job? Lots of money? Not really. Quite frankly, you’re going to die and you can’t take it with you. Sure, that’s kind of depressing to think about. But it’s the truth.

Are relationships the answer? Family? Friends? A spouse or significant other? Loving and being loved by others is definitely a gift, but sooner or later people are going to let you down. Face the facts. It’s inevitable. No one’s perfect. People will hurt you. It’s not cynicism; it’s the truth.

So how on the earth do we find fulfillment?

Well, in my opinion, Jeremiah 29:11 is one of the most quoted scriptures for a reason. It says, “’For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord. ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.’”

In short, you’re here because God put you here. He’s the only one who can fulfill you. He created you with the utmost care. Psalm 139 says that He formed you in your mother’s womb and thought about you constantly before you were ever even a twinkle in someone’s eye. He desires more than anything to lavish His love on you.

You might be thinking, “But I suck!” I won’t argue with that. We all suck. Quite simply, God is perfect and we’re faaaaaaar from it. The Bible says that our sin results in eternal death. But God came to earth in the form of a man and died so we wouldn’t have to. He made a way for us to experience life – an abundant, fulfilled life.

You see, there is a special place in God’s heart that only you can fill. Ponder that for a while and life will suddenly take on a whole new meaning.

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