The Most Important Days

Although I can think of additional days of great importance, I think Mr. Twain had a great thought here. 

Ah, the day we were born. I bet the angels rejoiced in heaven. God loves the procreation of his creation. Our birth is the beginning of our eternal life, hopefully, with him. So this is an important day for sure. 

Coming to the knowledge of why we are here can be life-changing. It was for me. There are many attributes of our human existence that give our lives meaning.

Giving your life to Christ. 

Raising children. 

Caring for the elderly. 

Teaching. 

Healing. 

Inventing. 

Rescuing. 

Evangelizing. 

Learning. 

Loving.

Resolving. 

Nurturing. 

Mentoring. 

These are all important reasons to why we exist. Once we discover what it is that we do best, and submit to it…even if it’s not what we thought we wanted to do…our lives, and the lives of those around us, will be greatly blessed. I believe this. 

There was one point in my life, way back when I was a mom of young children, when I dwelled on these thoughts: When is it my time? When do I get to do what I want to do?

Those thoughts made my life so much more difficult to manage. It took me a long time to realize that I fought exactly what I was called to do. And I fought hard. I fought the rut I was in and I buried myself deeper. Not that I didn’t love my kids and family, because I did with all my heart. But I had some selfishness in my heart. When is it my time?

Once I realized why I am here, and what my purpose was, my life became a whole lot brighter. I didn’t fight anymore. Well, that’s not totally true. I still had rebellious moments but they were fewer in number.

I discovered that I was already living the most wonderful life on this earth. My home was perfectly imperfect for the fulfillment I was longing for. And it was a place of glory in God’s eyes…even with all the muddy feet, snotty noses, puke, bloody wounds, and messy pants.

I was a mom. A nurturer. A teacher. A caretaker. A homemaker. A wife. And I was right where God wanted me. Right where he needed me to be.

As time travels on, we evolve through life’s changes, challenges, and growth. Our purpose therefore, also evolves and changes, or even, multiplies. I am still very present for my children even though they are adults and see me quite differently now. But I will always see them as my babies. 

My purpose is still my family along with the sweet addition of grandchildren. I write too, and hopefully, things that help others. I try to be there for my friends. I still have purpose even though it’s very different from that day long ago, when a frustrated young mom drove down a country road to town, with her little ones in tow, giggling and singing happily from the back seat. This is when she finally realized her place, her purpose, and her passion.

I’m glad God never gave up on me. Nor that I continued to live a life without knowledge of why I am here. How lonely and frustrating that would have been. 

Love the day you were born. But love even more the day you finally realize your purpose…and life finally makes sense.

♥️

Andi