Did you know the most powerful purpose in your life lives inside you? Still searching? Interestingly enough, you won’t have to look far to find the most powerful purpose in your life. God’s not trying to hide it from you. Truly, there’s no secret method. You don’t have to earn it. For sure, you can not buy it. Why? Because it’s already living inside of you.
Imagine these hardworking fisherman doing their everyday when Jesus showed up at the water’s edge, peering at them across the boat’s bow. Certainly they would have heard about him and the things he had been doing, would have heard about John and his preaching about this Man. There was great anticipation of Messiah at that time, and likely they would have felt it. But still, they’re working stiffs, just making a living on the sea.
From day one of my writing career, I’ve called myself an accidental author. By circumstance, my family’s life was thrust into the public eye via “Immigration Adoption Crisis of 2014.” A blog that began for a handful became a story for thousands. It led to one book, then another, and then another. It led to me writing on a weekly basis—vulnerable things, hilarious things, parenting things, faith crisis things, all for the world to see. And I felt alive doing it. I felt I had truly stepped into my calling.
Writing gave me life. Sure, it was tough at times. It was hard work, and an increase in readership meant an increase in the risk of rejection. But it was okay, because for the first time in a long time, I felt like I had found my lane. My purpose. I was experiencing my own Chariots of Fire, Writing Edition. “When I write, I feel God’s pleasure.” Call me dramatic, but it was true.
And then, our family went through a huge transition.
It was early one Sunday morning when I was having coffee in the carporch when I heard that voice yell from the street yell “Clear!” I turned around only to see the backside of a couple of cyclers speeding past our house. I wonder why he yelled? A few minutes later, the very same thing happened again! I heard a loud voice scream, “clear!” What in the world? Trying to settle back into my thoughts it happened yet again, causing me to arise from my comfortable place and walk out front. Right before me, I saw biker after biker ride by. Then they came in packs and droves, always yelling at each other, “clear!” It dawned on me that the biker up front was notifying the cyclers behind that the road was clear as they approached the sharp curve we live on.
I want to welcome you into 2019!
With another 365 days behind you there is an opportunity to stop and process with God what He has done and anticipate the next 365 as you look towards experiencing Him in new ways. It's an opportunity to intentionally take control of your life instead of allowing your life to take control of you. With God's provision and direction, life in 2019, can be different.
Earlier today, I sat working on my laptop in a local coffee shop. The morning sunlight streamed in, providing crystal clear vision, but still my perception of life blurred. I pondered my current and future struggles, and I wondered if others also wrestled with day-to-day life issues. As I continued my contemplations, my thoughts were interrupted by a conversation at a table nearby.
Summer brings a welcomed way of relaxing, but it also can cause me to feel lazy and unproductive. Living intentionality seems to come a little easier with the routine of a more predictable schedule. Like most, you probably haven’t given summer much thought other than counting down the days until your beach trip or considering what in the world you are going to do with the kids all day.
Last Saturday at six o’clock in the morning, my girls and I sat in our home eating scones and swooning over every detail of the Royal Wedding. So much of this lovely affair allowed romantic memories from my teen years in the 1980s to flow back into my heart. I thought of the wedding of Princess Diana and Prince Charles that I had also risen so early to watch as their own fairytale played out.
It was mid May and I was a Mom of four young kids in school. Enough said, right there, right? Only 10 am but already feel like I couldn’t go on without a cat nap. Yes, surely a cat nap would revive my May depleted soul. The warm, morning sun was shining in my bedroom so I stretched across the bed thankful for the silence.
Uggghhhh, the blogposts are starting to pour in. So many people are writing about the struggles of the holidays: the frustration, the depression, the hate, the unmet expectations. Unfortunately these feelings ring true for so many, if not all of us....
True hope is found in the midst of Christmas brokenness, not in the absence of it.
Back in the college days of my youth, I was falling deeply in love with a young man who swept me off my feet at the young age of 19. I was immature and inexperienced in love, but that makes the story a little more exciting, doesn’t it? Love was new to me. It wooed me into the captivating days of losing my appetite, forgetting responsibilities, and finding it hard to sleep without dreaming of “him”.
There he goes again! It’s been two solid weeks. I don’t know if I’m more annoyed or worried about this little guy. Don’t be mistaken, he’s not a human but rather a bird. A robin to be exact. Off and on for days he has been flying straight into my breakfast room window, beak first, making a loud knocking noise every few minutes. After a day or so of this madness and irritating distraction I decided to consult with the Audubon specialist. That would be my mama. (Even as I write this, my little robin friend is going at it. For sure, his neck must be getting sore by now!)
I'm having those New Year's thoughts that come every January . . .
- What significant things happened in 2016?
- Have I changed this past year?
- Did I have any resolutions last year?
- Did I reach the goals that I set?
- What can I do differently in 2017?
- I'm ready for a change! New beginnings!
- Will another year be filled with the same old stuff?