i write just to write.

When is the last time I did something for me? Something I enjoy with everything I am?
Something I know I do that gives God a big toothy smile. Is God waiting for me to change the world with my incredible preaching, or amazing Holy Ghost inspired spontaneous times of worship? Or is he just waiting for me to be me? I love rainy days. I love the moon; I love drinking coffee and solving the world’s problems in one conversation with a girlfriend. I love to laugh. I love to read a sappy love story. I love to cry at movies that a girl should typically cry in. I love the sound of my family’s laughing voices. I love to hear the ring-tone of that special someone on my mobile. Are these just as important as preaching or those Holy Ghost fall on your face in times of worship moments? What if life was simpler than we all make it out to be? What our life’s purpose was not as complicated to find as we all think? If I was born for “such a time as this” what if it’s not to change a nation, but just to change one life through loving the little quirky things that make me who I am?

Eric Liddell said it perfect, in the movie “Chariots of Fire”,

“I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel his pleasure.”

God made me for a purpose, to that I say a big duh. Every Christian, every person born in any sort of religious household can, at least, have some sore of an understanding that they are on this planet for something. But what does it mean; for a purpose. A purpose…What is my purpose? Is my purpose to type on a computer for the rest of my life, reciting on ink and paper what I hear other people needing me to record? Or is my purpose to write out the allegories of life that I see threaded throughout creation?

Purpose: the reason for which something is done or created for which something exists.

What is my purpose could be said,
“Why do I exist?”

What I love about the quote from chariots is that Eric doesn’t associate his purpose with his gift. His purpose isn’t that God made him fast. God made Eric fast because it brought God pleasure. The reason Eric existed was only to bring glory to God through running.

Do people go too far, too deep, and too wide to figure out their purpose?
Why is our purpose some mystical unreachable unattainable thing that we have to go our whole life looking for? What if our purpose is only to bring glory to God by just doing the very thing that we were gifted or love to do?
I was gifted to sing. I was gifted to write. I was gifted with compassion.
So when I sing I am fulfilling my purpose. When I write I am fulfilling my purpose.
When I show empathy and compassion towards someone of something my purpose is being fulfilled. I don’t exist to sing to gain world recognition or money, to write to change the world, or to save Africa through my broken heart for them. God gave me those gifts to bring him pleasure only. But through my gifts he brings about change. I only have to use those gifts. God’s intent for creation was to bring him glory only. That’s why we are created for worship. If we don’t worship rocks will. Yeah, I don’t know about you…but a rock?! Not only would that be weird, but also be completely embarrassed.

Why do people get so tangled in life trying to find out their destiny when their destiny has been with them all along. One of my sisters loves to paint. Through her painting God gets pleasure; painting is her purpose. My mom enjoys watching her kids grow in the things of God; being a mom is her purpose. My goodness. My purpose is so simple, so unique to me. It’s not limited to one thing. It’s everything. I believe God has nations to be won, and souls to be saved, yes, but if we miss out on bringing him pleasure, then we are missing the whole point. If we are to be worshippers, we are to do what God created us to do.
My sister paints. It’s her purpose; it’s her worship.
My mom is and amazing mom. It’s her purpose; it’s her worship.

It makes me sad to see people waste away their lives and give up things they simply just love to do. They give up things that energize them and make them feel good. Why do people lay aside those good things? Those are the things that being God pleasure! No more of this “I remember when I was younger I used to love to ride my bike…” “I remember when I used to love to take photos…” Can we stop all this “I used to…” crap and just do the things we love?! If I ever stop doing the things I love that I enjoy, the things that are me…what kind of worshiper am I? Could I possibly let life pass me by as I sit back and do the “norm” or could I live life to the fullest and be completely me? I can die with a million stories, or I can die with no stories and only regrets? How much more fun would it be to take the risks and think or all the regrets afterwards? Don’t be stupid; be wise. But be madly in love with the life God has given you.

I absolutely love to read outside, under the sun, in the green grass. I cannot tell you how much love it. I can feel God’s smile and delight in me, taking time to enjoy the little things he created. I feel like God made those sunny lazy days just for me, and in my enjoyment of them, he is getting all the glory and all the worship for them.

You want to make God feel good? Do things you enjoy. Do the things that you would pay other people to do just so you can do it. I would pay people to let me sing. I would pay people to let me write. How dumb is that? But it’s how I know that’s what my purpose is.

I write just to write; no…it’s more than that. I know God made me for a purpose, but he also made me a writer. And when I write I feel his pleasure…