What is my purpose?

I am pretty sure I have expressed this before but I have always struggled with purpose.  I spent a good majority of my teen to mid twenties trying to find my purpose in the work of my hands.  I mean that quite literally I tried everything.  I felt most myself when I had something productive to do with my hands, I worked in a bookstore, food service, retail, mucking race horse stalls, then I landed in a salon called Balliets.  

Balliets was a very high end Salon full of what OKC fondly considered its “old money” looking back on that experience I could list a lot of things I learned.  I could tell you about the hair dresser I worked for, who overdosed in the last few years.  I saw lives run by money and while in the situation I thought I was learning to perfect my craft while being a shampoo assistant but that is not what stuck through to my adult life.  It was the kind hearts of two older african american women who took a twenty something green under the gills girl and taught her how to use her hands to love people, to touch the hearts of people with a gentle scalp massage, that tiny lesson of love has navigated my life far beyond I ever imagined.  They taught me eventhe smallest job matters.  I obviously didn’t learn that lesson right away.  I look back on the time and see that God was teaching me the power of physical touch to open a door in the spirt.

I thought when my career ended there was no possible way that my purpose in life was a short order cook and laundry/janitorial service, and as long as that is what I viewed my job as my attitude reflected that job title.  It wasn’t until God showed me that the only job in my life was to point people to Him that I realized how important my purpose in my home was, I was not a janitorial service, I was given the privilege of serving the most important people in my life, and that didn’t have to look fancy it just had to be done with love.

He changed my perspective, He recently put on my heart that He was training my eyes, while sitting in the nursery with baby Mak a few nights ago, I realized he was trainging my eyes to see His children the way He sees them.  When you recognize that every face you see He loves just as much as He loves me, it will change the way you look at the world, as a momma I often ask myself “how would I feel if that was my daughter or son”  God says IT IS my son or daughter, will you help them?   How do you walk away then. 

If you walk away you may miss a friend you prayed for to come into your life, someone who could change your life and usher you into more people to love.

My prayer today is may I always remember Father that even the smallest task of my hands is a service to You, every meal prepared, lost sock is an opportunity to glorify you. Remind me daily that my song of worship doesn’t have to happen in the streets of the city but in the walls of my home and through the touch of my hands.
“Be devoted to one another with [authentic] brotherly affection [as members of one family], give preference to one another in honor; never lagging behind in diligence; aglow in the Spirit, enthusiastically serving the Lord; constantly rejoicing in hope [because of our confidence in Christ], steadfast and patient in distress, devoted to prayer [continually seeking wisdom, guidance, and strength], contributing to the needs of God’s people, pursuing [the practice of] hospitality.”
‭‭Romans‬ ‭12:10-13‬ ‭AMP

One thought on “What is my purpose?

  1. You have a beautiful soul, precious girl. I wanted to remind you that God used you at a terrible time in my life when I lost my husband. You and a friend came to my home, cleaned for me and took care of things while I was dealing with funeral arrangements. You are a precious jewel and I am blessed to have you in my life.

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