The topic of purpose has been weighing down on me a lot lately. Probably because of so many people I have been talking too for multiple days now whom have been asking me for advice on what to do, what direction they must go and how to get there.
To be perfectly honest, I’ve only just discovered what I was supposed to be doing in the first place and am still learning more and more about my direction and purpose in life as I go forward.
Those questions are scary, though. They are hard to deal with it. No one likes to feel lost and alone when it comes to their direction in life. For me, I was embarrassed and frustrated.
I would often get pseudo-religious answers from individuals who told me to trust God, but, never bothered to get to know me and drill me on what I was really interested in. That didn’t happen until later, and thankfully, I’m glad a few good men and women in my life really stopped me and asked me, boldly, what it was I wanted.
I realized that I spent a large amount of time in my 20’s running away from the very thing I loved so much out of fear, out of curiosity and out of trial and error. But, mainly out of fear.
I don’t regret the journey. Because the experience of running around and trying new things really changed me. It made me a better person rather than a bitter person. Even when times got ugly, I could’ve turned into a bitter, negative kid. But, every experience made me a better, stronger man.
In the midst of figuring out what you’re supposed to be doing, simply enjoy the journey and allow that journey time to be time of reflection, prayer and really trusting God and trusting people. Let that time you spend as a wandering traveler in your career and life be a time that you dig deep into past pains and unsolved wounds.
You may find that the very place you’ve felt weak, destroyed, hurt or frustrated in are the places that your meant to serve.