So, I've never really understood the deep philosophical thought supposedly produced by the question "What is your purpose in life?" because, to me, my purpose has always been quite simple: spread the love of my Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ.
Now, obviously, I fail at this purpose every single day, which, as I'm sure you can imagine, is a little disheartening, to say the least. For instance, I'll be doing something that not only keeps me from achieving my purpose in life, but flat out goes against everything for which my purpose stands. And the worst part is I'll acknowledge this fact and then continue to do it anyway! It's so frustrating! It's like being morbidly obese, knowing that you need to lose weight, but then purposefully sabotaging yourself & your efforts to improve your life by indulging in crap that you know is bad for you. So, long story, short (too late, I know): my inadequacies of my own faith are often a major contributor to my feelings of consternation with myself and my life.
Bypassing my little tangent, and returning to my original point: my purpose in life is to spread the love of God. I know this. So one of my daily prayers is for God to use me in whatever way He can to achieve His purpose, which, coincidentally, is very similar to mine (: (aka sharing His unending love with His creation).
Now, sometimes it feels like God is denying me this reiterated request, which wouldn't really make sense, except for the fact that when I look back at my life, I clearly see that He has granted me soooooooo many opportunities to share His love & word, but I totally blow it. This happens either by me being too scared to speak up about it or me being too stupid to recognize it.
Then I also realize that perhaps I'm not being granted as many opportunities because I'm coming at this from a selfish angle. For instance, there are honestly few things in this world that make me more ecstatic than someone coming to Christ, and if I had any part in their journey, as the New Yorker's say, fuhgeddaboudit!
I go crazy! It's truly a feeling that I can't put into words because the happiness it evokes within me can't really be covered by all caps, exclamation points, or a whole bunch of "e"s in "reeeeeeeeeally happy". But although I should totally feel that happiness when I find another brother or sister in Christ, it's not my victory, and I think I sometimes forget that I really have no part in what goes on with someone's spirit: it's all God. If He chooses to work through me somehow, then it's not me, but Him.
Like one of my favorite verses says, "But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--
yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me." (1 corinthians 15:10)
So all of that basically adds up to me not being able to share God's love as effectively as I could be, due to my own shortcomings, and, as I've said before, this has been really disheartening. However, I just got a wonderful reminder tonight, via a note from a friend, that God can literally work through anything & anyone (even without his/her knowledge). He uses me even when I haven't the slightest inkling that I'm being used! And, honestly, I'm kind of feeling that joy right about now :D
So, whenever I'm feeling stressed because of school/family/relationship/work/friend drama, someone PLEASE remind me that God is always at work in my life, even if I can't see it or feel the immediate results.
Amen & Amen :D
mjl