I look around, and everyone seems to have it all figured out. Then I look at myself and see a fish out of water. A gal out of her league. A pair of wandering feet, displaced in time. This morning when I woke up, I placed my hand on my heart and felt a jolt of purpose. An answered prayer to something I have obsessed over for a long while.
Sometimes waking up feels routine and blah because we think… well, that’s what is supposed to happen. The Lord is everlasting. But life on earth? Not so much. So, I took it upon myself to flip this somewhat anxiety inducing purpose related question on its head, and made the no-frills choice to think and dream big daily, while still honoring my rather auspicious small steps forward.
I started by jotting down my gifts. It felt random, but its purpose was soon realized. It was while writing today’s post that this was impressed upon my heart, the feeling of displacement is a result of misplaced attention. I have not been able to shake the feeling that this reminder was a kiss of mercy. An all-knowing God readjusting my lens, steering the wheels away from comparison to acknowledgement and appreciation. It opened my eyes to the wide plains of unexplored possibilities and subsequently subscribed my heart to the joys of discovery.
Here are the tidbits that have come out of my little exercise so far. God has placed gifts in me, it is my job to learn and develop them. God will use my gifts when I stop insulting his handiwork. I must train myself to stop looking at my gifts as insubstantial, and myself as scant. My gifts are not for me. They are tools for my day to day, and vehicles for the divine. The weight of my gifts in gold is revealed as I walk hand in hand with my God.
Take your pick. Place two fingers on your wrist, inside your elbow, or at the side of your neck. Do you feel a pulse? If yes, that’s purpose. Old or young, a new graduate or retired, even you who has been “othered”, you have a purpose. It is dynamic and can stretch through seasons. Do not despise the humble-mundane-back of the stage-no one knows your name beginnings, and don’t you dare underestimate what God can do with your ordinary.
I can still say happy Monyaaaaaaaaaay! 😊
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