Seeking Your Purpose

Have you ever kept a journal? One that you plan to write in every day, but do good to write in it twice a month? Well, my Granny gave me my first journal when I was 12 years old. At the time I had no idea what it was for, so I just doodled in them. She explained to me that it was for penning different memories I didn’t want to forget, things that God has taught me, or life events/drama. (Some of it reads like novellas… those teen years are ridiculous. Can I get an Amen?)

Over the past 12 years (geesh) I have finished countless journals and find it quite entertaining to go back and read them. I found one this morning from last year about my adventures in college (like it was sooo long ago.) I laughed until I started crying when I read what God was teaching me.

Today, I have been praying for God to help me to see Him more clearly. You know some people just have a conversation like Jesus is sitting right there beside them and suddenly, they have clarity about what to do. It seems easy to them, because they have a purpose. Everyone craves to find their purpose in life, but they miss out on the most simple purpose: to know God and to make Him known to others. If you feel like you don’t have a purpose, you need to go back to the basics of why you were created in the first place! We were created in the image of God. The fact that we are BREATHING means we have a PURPOSE. We are made not just to have a relationship with Him, but an intimate relationship.

In my journal, I found this prayer:

            Father, I want to pursue you with everything that I am. I want to learn to trust you with the little details and the big picture. I want to find out WHO you have made me to be. Myself ends here. Today and this week has been all about me and what I want. What do YOU want? My heart says, “Brindley, I just want you. I want your attention. I want your acceptance. I want your passion. I want your love. I wan you to let me pursue you and watch you melt in my arms. I want to show you who you are and what all I have done for you. Because, I love you. I gave my life so I could spend it with you, So you could be on fire for me and learn to trust me for WHO I AM not just what I do. Come to me, dear one.” I am here, Daddy. Please help me to let go and fall into your arms.

What religion ever had a God that wanted such intimacy with us, that He came with such vulnerability to us? What God ever came so tender we could touch Him? So fragile that we could break Him? So vulnerable that his bare, beating heart could be hurt? Only the One who loves you to death. It cost Him everything to be with you. Who will spend a fraction of time just to be with Him?

They say, “Wise men still seek Him.” Do you?