Years ago, my Dad said that the reason why kids join gangs is because they didn’t know that somebody loves them. Recently, I remembered his words and thought about a spiritual parallel. The God of the Universe loves us with all of His Heart, but how often do we move through life operating as if our Maker doesn’t exist? Do we not believe that we are loved by Him?
I should have used a travel mug. Because I was certainly traveling all over my house that hurried Monday morning. Instead, I had my trusty heavyweight café mug, the kind modeled after WWII submarine mugs so they wouldn’t slide around. And it was full of delicious coffee and brown sugar oat milk creamer. Kids were getting their school gear together, my husband and I were grabbing our bags, and we were all piling into the van.
Several years ago I was closing in on a graduate degree and interviewing for positions in which to use my new skills. I had an impressive resume, connections and the right credentials. One of the last questions one particular interview panel asked was “What do I bring to the table?”
From the ongoing healing process of childhood trauma, to the everyday challenges of living with bipolar and borderline personality disorder, I wondered if there was anything in me God could use. Anything at all that could encourage his body and build his kingdom.
I have had more than one conversation in the past few weeks with women who have openly admitted that they struggle to know what God is calling them to. Each of these women in one way or another confessed to me that they truly desired to know what God was calling them to. They have been seeking and searching desperately for it. If we are all honest with ourselves, most of us would say that these questions have crossed our minds more times than we could count. I think it’s human nature to want to know our purpose and our reason for existing.