My circumstances have worked out in a way that I couldn't have imagined. I live an idyllic life that is very full, and part of this is due to past decisions, hard work and taking risks. On the surface level, I enjoy my life because its IS enjoyable, and fun, and rich and all of those good, satisfying things.
I am grateful for these blessings every day, but I know that circumstances can change, very quickly and unexpectedly. My true sense of fulfilment and purpose comes from my Christian faith, which started in my thirties. Once I became a Christian, after years of searching and researching, I felt like I had discovered the meaning to life.
I know my purpose is to glorify Jesus in everything. To do God's will in every aspect of my life. To watch and see His plans unfolding in my life and the lives of others. I know to nonbelievers, it sounds like some strange sense of serving an arrogant, narcissistic god, but really, worship is like looking at a stunning sunset or a baby being born and thinking 'wow', and that sense of awe filling you with joy and wonder.
I love how every day is a new day, and I want to be a vessel to do good on Earth for others. I love that sense that God never wastes anything, and even if my dark times (this week has been a low point), something beautiful always comes out of it, somewhere, somehow. I love how I'm always changing and growing, or being humbled or learning something new.
I love that expectation that solutions to problems can appear suddenly and so creatively. Basically, my day in, day out, run of the mill times, cleaning the toilet times, having a virus and being stuck in bed times, being with friends, being up in the night with the baby, having a nice meal, crying my eyes out because someone hurt me, laughing my head off because of something funny my 6 year old said, watching a documentary, ironing uniforms...all of it, He's there with me, linking it all together and making it all have meaning. Because while I'm ironing, cleaning the toilet, laughing, crying, matching socks, cleaning caked poo off a baby's bum, eating an amazing curry, sobbing, kissing my husband goodbye in the mornings, tasting my first coffee...I'm alive and I'm part of His plan, now, today, for the rest of my life and after I die.
Someone must be chopping onions because my eyes are watering 😄
Thanks OP, for the lovely reminder ❤️ 💙 💜
I hope you have a lovely day full of blessings!