So many people struggle each day with trying to figure out what their lives mean in the grand scheme of things. Wrestling with why they’re here on this planet, they are constantly in search of their particular purpose. I believe we aren’t just destined for one purpose, but rather many different purposes.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV)
(By the way, am I the only one who reads this passage and has The Byrds’ “Turn, Turn, Turn” in my head for the rest of the day?) This year I closed the door on a very long project that not only defined who I am but will continue to play a role in future endeavors. That was my purpose then. The old season is gone and a new one is beginning. It’s exhilarating to have a glimpse of my current purpose and see how every event in my life has shaped me in preparation for this new project. If you’re one of the anguished seeking a purpose, stop and think about the experiences you’ve had and the events that brought you to this very place. What has transpired in your past that you can use now to help others?

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