Write for five minutes, no editing, just writing what comes to your heart on this week’s word:
What is my purpose on this earth? What was I created to do? I wish that I knew why He put me here. I am still here because I have more work to do, but I do not know what that work is.
If only it were so easy as opening an email or a text and finding the phrase, “Your purpose is…”, then I’d know what to do, what I am supposed to do. Instead, I am here with all sorts of cravings and desires and each one with an obstacle. I want to sing, but don’t have the voice. I want to be a great photographer, but I am going blind and my hands shake. I want to knit and crochet, but arthritis has more control over my fingers than I do.
I want, I want, I want…no, no, no.
Then, PLEASE, tell me my purpose, what I am supposed to be doing, Father? What important thing did you create me to do, that one thing that only I was put here to do? Please show me my purpose.
Please help me to be the me that You created me to be.