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What is my
purpose?
To live
without purpose is to die.
I must have
a purpose for doing a thing or it becomes a useless task, worse than a drudgery,
wasted effort, meaningless.
And I can’t
live in a state of meaninglessness – it makes me physically sick, exhausted,
depressed.
So, in all
my efforts that I must do I look for meaning. Purpose. Reality. Identity.
Like
climbing a mountain so I can see clearly the view from the top.
Because
reality is where I am on solid ground, where I anchor … my strength.
But if that
anchor shifts or my solid ground quakes and crumbles, my reality disappears. I
lose myself. Then I must go through the pain of searching and grasping for yet
another reality.
When Jesus
is my purpose, I am finished searching. If I feel my strength give way or my
reality fading, I know my feet are in the wrong place. They are not on the
Solid Rock. They have somehow slipped off. I look for Him and find Him and gain
strength, peace, purpose.
Jesus is my
Reality.
Jesus is my Purpose.
I can see my
life from the top.
That
boyfriend in high school was never my strength. That career was never my
identity. That house was never my purpose.
Ever since I
gave my life to Him it has always been
Jesus.
FMF
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