Do you ever ask yourself, what’s my mission, what’s my purpose, what is my life for?
Have you found the answer? Maybe a teacher told you one day you’d be a great writer. Maybe a family friend told you that you would go places. Maybe your BFF acknowledge d an amazing talent you have. What have you done with this information? Maybe you just finished cleaning up the edges, tightening up the skills and sharpening your mindset.
After all that, do you have an answer? Or are you left more confused because nothing ever seems to come your way. Doors don’t appear to open and you’re just not sure what to do or where to go.
I used to ask all the time…. every day…. where does God want me to go, what does He want me to do, who does He want me to meet. When I was a young mother, I never understood why, if I was so willing to help and serve and volunteer, why didn’t opportunities fall in my lap.
I was reminded ‘my son is my mission’ .
I would offer to help with THAT project, I would ask to be on THAT committee, I would offer to HELP that program. And nothing EVER moved forward.
I was reminded ‘my son is my mission’.
Over and over I was reminded of this and finally in a very serious AHA Moment, I embraced it.
YES!! My Son Is My Mission
Onward we went……every week we volunteered at the Homeless Shelter by setting tables and serving so meals and also helped in KidsTown at church in a classroom of little ones by teaching the lesson, working on a craft and engaging them in conversation & playtime.
Your mission could be right in front of you, staring you in the face, showing you signs that you’re not seeing. Take a moment and listen to that still small voice inside, it just might have the answer.