notesbynora

For eleven years, I worked internationally in adoption and humanitarian aid predominantly in Russia and Guatemala. It is strange but as I am typing this blog to you,  the flow of miracles, one after another, fill my head to the point that I want to fall on my knees and praise and worship Him. No other time in my life have I seen so strongly the hand of God on lives. No other time in my life have I experienced the depth of evil and the existence of Satan and his angels.

Hebrews Chapter 11 is inspiring because it demonstrates those before us who through and by faith conquered evil. “By faith, Moses’ parents hid him for three months after he was born because they saw he was no ordinary child, and they were not afraid of the king’s edict.”

“By faith, Abraham, even though he was past age – and Sarah herself was barren – was enabled to become a father because he considered Him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore.”

Anyone who has ever had an experience with adoption knows it is not the easy way out. I’ll take labor any day. Give me 42 hours of it in comparison to what these families go through in order to adopt, but by faith, they do. The first adoption I ever did took 4 months. No issues. Smooth sailing. Parents and child happy. I remember thinking, “Wow! This is definitely what God wants me to do. Look how good I am at it!” Ha! And I jumped in, clothes and all, and no part of adoption was ever easy again. But God’s hand never left me.

The story of successes are written on my heart because I know first hand the battles won through God. Whenever I am anxious or afraid, I shout them out, “By faith we found Maria and pulled her from the grips of those who wanted to harm her. She lives in Kansas now…by faith we convinced the passport office…by faith the money appeared…by faith we found the birth mother…by faith the document was signed…by faith the doctor agreed with us…by faith the Embassy worker left the file opened…by faith the orphanage director…” What Satan intended to use to destroy, God turned for good.

It is my faith list.  What is yours?

When my kids get together, I hear all kinds of stories. Do you remember when we did this? A burst of laughter fills the den. Their Dad and I just look at each other and wonder, where were we during this time? It is human nature to reminisce, to remind, to relive, to share. With God it is no different and the power it unleashes on a spiritual realm is indescribable. Speak of His miracles in your life.  Make your faith list.

There was a time in my life when the despair of all that was going on seemed over whelming. I felt as if I lived in a snow storm and each step I took left me exhausted. But a friend reminded me, “You may be going through a lot…but you’ve already been through a lot and you’ve come too far to stop now. The fog will lift. The path of the righteous gets brighter and brighter.”

Florence May Chadwick was a phenomenal young swimmer. She is accredited for breaking American Gertrude Ederle’s world record in 1950 by swimming the English Channel in 13 hours and 20+ minutes. But her greatest accomplishment occurred two years later when she attempted to swim from Catalina Island to the California coastline a distance of 26 miles. Small boats watched for sharks and were there to help her if she needed it. A thick fog developed around her after 15 hours of swimming to which she called out to her Mom on one of the boats and told her she didn’t think she could continue. After another hour, exhausted and unable to see past the dense fog, she asked to be pulled into the boat. She had stopped swimming less than a mile from the shoreline.

Chadwick tried again two months later. Miraculously the same fog appeared – even thicker this time. But Florence did not stop swimming. She kept an image of the shoreline in her head with each stroke she took.

Your shoreline is just ahead. When doubt enters your mind, shout out your faith list, those times when God has pulled you through. Fog appears in everyone’s life. Times when we cannot see our hand in front of us. Times when the answer is nowhere to be found. As in all things, the fog will lift, and the Creator of the Universe will shine in glory beside you.

The path of the righteous gets brighter and brighter.

 Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker is a must for the Christmas Season. It is the perfect Daddy/daughter date or family outing. The Gainesville Ballet Company in Gainesville, Georgia just finished its production of the classic tale of the little girl Clara’s Christmas adventures in a mystical dreamland. Because my daughter is a dancer, I spend a great deal of time backstage with the other Moms doing the things Moms do.

I noticed a particular seasoned dancer who had just come from stage, her chest breathing rapidly in and out, perspiration on her forehead, laughing with her dance partner. How effortlessly he had lifted her and returned her to the stage to balance on the point of one foot. It reminded me of the music box dancer I had as a child.

As I continued to watch her, she  unwrapped the ribbons around her ankles and removed the pretty pink pointe shoes that adorned her feet. To the outside world, ballerinas are delicate with long thin arms and small features. They walk differently than most people, with a posed, straight-backed gait. Oh to be a ballerina – thin, graceful, lighter than air, beautiful…and then I saw her feet – calloused and red, swollen with almost a gnarled appearance.

“Do your feet hurt?” I asked intrusively.

Instinctively her hand fell, gripping the diameter of her foot, “Not really…anymore.” She smiled, “They look like they hurt, don’t they?”

Embarrassed, I didn’t know how to respond.

“It’s all part of it. The calluses actually help. I’d never get a pedicure.”

I remember when my son Bo was little, he and his buddy Bobby were eating lunch at the kitchen table talking about scars. Bobby told of his scars, each with an elaborate story, and Bo pointed out his to which both responded, “Cool!”

We all have them – wounds, scars, calluses from life’s battles. Some are visible to the outside world and some hidden beneath pretty pink ballet shoes. It is what we do with them that makes the difference. I’ve heard it said, “What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger.” In the right context, I believe that statement could be true.

Just by their very nature, scars tell the story of wounds which healed. The mark itself represents a time in our lives when something happened and we survived. On my finger I have a scar I got crabbing on St. Simons Island with Tracy Lou Lamb. Just below my knee, an accident playing war in a Magnolia tree with my brother. On the side of my neck from a surgery to remove suspicious lymph nodes and across the bottom of my belly, four c-sections to bring four of my six beautiful children into the world.

John 20:24, “Now Thomas (also known as Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, ‘We have seen the Lord!’ But he said to them, ‘Unless I see the nail marks in His hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into His side, I will not believe.'”

Maybe he felt an impostor was trying to take the credit of the man he loved or could not bear the pain of it not being Him, for whatever reason, Thomas demanded verification and the one defining proof was the imprints of the horrific events which caused Jesus’ death.

But more than physical reminders of past wounds, many of us carry the pain of broken promises, rejection, loss, betrayal, and sin. We live day after day with battle marks on our heart and soul which forever change the way we view the world. Hidden behind pretty pink shoes, we dance and move as if the calluses of our past have no bearing on who we are.  They are however the very essence of who we are.

Matthew Henry, a great theologian wrote, “As the blood of his saints, and their deaths, are precious in the sight of the Lord, so are their tears, not one of them shall fall to the ground. ‘I have seen thy tears…’ He will remember them…God will not forget the sorrows of His people. The tears of God’s people are bottled up and sealed among God’s treasures…God will comfort His people according to the time wherein He has afflicted them, and give to those to reap in joy who sowed in tears. What was sown a tear will come up a pearl.”

Your struggles, the trials endured, the hurt inflicted can be the very catalyst to bring change in a world filled with anger, hurt, and grief. To God you are beautiful because you have endured. No need for a pedicure. The scars that mark your heart are precious to Him. Use them to be stronger, not just to survive. Use them to help others. To teach others. Turn what the enemy of your soul wanted to use to destroy into an avenue to defeat him. Turn it into a vessel for good.

1 Corinthians 1:4, “He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.”

 I purchased a house this morning…I guess I should say, “a tropical dwelling,” in Playa La Barqueta Chiriqui, Panama. Fully furnished 3 bedrooms, 2 baths with an open floor plan. A spacious terrace overlooking a private beach and garden. There is an office, internet, flowering vines growing wildly covering an arbor just outside the window. A perfect setting to continue my writing career. Less than a mile down the beach is a fish market, where fresh products are brought in daily. The blue skies, endless stretches of sandy white…it was at this very moment that my daughter Collier’s overweight pug jumped on my bed, whining to go out. The alarm clock on my bedside table blared its 5:30am reminder and my eyes opened to the treadmill in front of me. Today is 5 miles. The temperature outside my Northeast Georgia home is 31 degrees and I can’t find my other tennis shoe.

We all have them. Dreams of a better, different life. No stress. Doing what we long to do. No issues. No heartaches. Somewhere in the mid-forties I think many people look at their lives and realize all the plans and thoughts from the 20s age group are not working out. At times it can be disheartening. We ask ourselves, “Is this what God intended for my life?” For some of us the answer is yes and for others the answer is no. So how do we get from where we are to where we want to be?

One of my favorite vacations was to Yellowstone National Park. The kids were young and fascinated with science and nature. Our guide was an extremely intelligent nuclear physicist who seemed to know a little bit about everything. He told me about the Lodgepole Pine Trees that grew through out the forest. 70 feet in stature, these trees produce two types of cones (male and female). One spreads its seed on a regular basis but the other, only in extreme temperatures. The hardness of its outershell cannot be cracked open by animal teeth or hammers, only in temperatures of 113 to 140 degrees. “The back-up plan,” he called it with a wink. After a fire, the cones burst open and the seeds rain down to replant for the future. I actually took one home as a reminder.

In our lives bad things happen – unexpected events – obstacles in our agendas – tragedies. Whether it is an illness, job loss, divorce, death of family member, or a stupid decision on our part or someone else’s, we all have times when the jolt of what is before us is nothing like we dreamed it would be. But God has a back-up plan. Sometimes it isn’t easily seen and other times it rains down just like the seeds of the Lodgepole Pine.

So what do we do to get where we need to be?

1. Determine what’s in your junk drawer. We all have them. That one drawer in the house where we cram things that we don’t know what to do with. The one place we look for those odd items of our lives. Your heart is no different and there is some junk in it. Psalm 139:23, “Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts.” God knows what’s in your junk drawer. Pray diligently that He show you what’s there and what you need to throw-out, never to return.

2. Who is in your life? My grandmother always said if you are with someone that you wouldn’t want to be with when the skies part and Jesus comes back, you need to reevaluate your friendships. People influence our actions. If the person you are spending time with is not someone you want to stand beside on judgement day, cut them loose.  Proverbs 27:17, “As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.”

3. Know what prize you are seeking. Some of us spend endless amounts of time looking for something better only to realize we had what we wanted the entire time. 1 Corinthians 9:24, “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.” What exactly is the prize you wish to obtain? Money? A new car? Big House? or time with your kids? Your family together and intact? A life pleasing to God? What and why are you running this race and what prize do you want at the end of it all?

4. Never give up the passions of your heart. They are there for a reason. Determine if they are God’s passions for you or placed there by worldly desires. If they are of God, never quit. If you don’t give up, God certainly won’t. Ephesians 1:9, “And He made known to us the mystery of His will according to His good pleasure, which He purposed in Christ to be put into effect when the times will have reached their fulfillment to bring all things in heaven and on earth together under one head, even Christ.” Understanding God’s word will help you to identify the plans and passions He has for your life.

5. Put away your stick. We’ve all made mistakes. We’ve all disappointed those we love. We are sinners – hypocrits, gossipers, judgers – we have our own agendas and we want what we want. True repentance comes in the request for forgiveness, not just to God, but to those you have harmed. The key is however, “Go and sin no more.” Don’t play games with God. I assure you, you will not win. Stop beating yourself up. Stop feeling sorry for the way things are in your life. Talk to God. Straighten it out with those around you and move on. The greatest tragedy of any life is a person who does not realize the intense love God has for him/her and the mercy and grace that follows someone who truly repents of sins. Remember, it is a daily act. There isn’t a person alive who can say at the end of the day, “I didn’t sin today!” Hebrews 4:16, “Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace in time of need. ”

God has a back-up plan for your life.

John 11:35, “Jesus wept.”

It is simple in sentence structure – subject/ verb – no adjectives, prepositional phrases, or direct object. Descriptively, the reader can visualize Jesus, His shoulders moving, His body bent over,  hands covering His face, and the sound of one in deep regret, resonating throughout the house. The word cried  would not be strong enough. Wept depicts sorrow – a deep, painful emotional display of complete and utter sadness.

Even though it is declared the shortest verse in the Bible, I believe those two words have more sustenance than any other. On the one hand it shows  Jesus’ deep love for Lazarus, the brother of Martha and Mary.  “Then the Jews said, ‘See how he loved him!'” (36).  It also could be interpreted as frustration. Jesus had been very busy and knew Lazarus was sick. Mary reminded Him, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died” (32). Probably those who witnessed His sorrow decided He felt discouraged because He had let Mary and Martha down. Interestingly though, earlier in the week, Jesus had told His disciples (11) “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I am going there to wake him up.”

So why the tears?

If Jesus knew (and He did) that He was going to Lazarus’ grave to resurrect Him, why was He emotionally distraught? In John 11:16, “So then He told them plainly, ‘Lazarus is dead, and for your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.”

This verse, “Jesus wept,” more than any other in the Bible, shows the deep connection between God, you, and me. Jesus knew He was going to save the day. He knew that Mary and Martha were going to dance and sing. He knew Lazarus was going to enjoy many more days of life. The disciples and other people of the village would be able to witness an incredible testimony of God’s power and abilities. I don’t know about you, but if I knew I was the solution to everyone’s immediate problem, I would walk in the door like Captain America with my hands on my hips and declare, “I’m here to save the day! Let me through people!”

We aren’t just God’s divinely designed creation. He didn’t make us and move on. God is connected so deeply with our souls that when we hurt – He hurts; when we laugh – He laughs; and when we weep – He weeps.

I remember as a teenager coming home after a tough day at school. Some girls had been mean to me and I didn’t want to go back to school. My grandmother listened intently to all that I had to say and somewhere in the middle of my explanation tears rolled down her cheeks. She was FOR me and the mere fact that she shared my sadness equipped me with boldness.

The reason Jesus wept that day was because He felt the sorrow of those He loved and because of the all consuming love He had for them, He grieved with them. Even though He had the answer, He experienced their pain.

The reality of the verse is as simple as the verse itself. Everything we do, say, do not do, do not say, effects our Heavenly Father. When we sin, how deep His emotions must be! When tragedy falls upon our lives, He feels every tear. And even though He knows the outcome of our situation, He walks through it with us anyway.

God is FOR you…wherever you find yourself…in tragedy; in sin; in joy; in sorrow…from beginning to end and thereafter.

“For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures and the encouragement they provide we might have hope.”  Romans 15:4

Oh the past…the deeply rooted, intricate details, cumbersome trials that cause us to react, think, trust, not trust what is in front of us. The pieces to the puzzles of our lives scattered about with one common thread, we are who we are because of where we’ve been. From the way we’ve been treated to the mistakes we’ve made, no one escapes the brutal reality that looms behind…it can’t be changed or redone. There is no remake or false start. The past is a piece of our existence. So what do we do with it?

I grew up in a relatively small town in central/south Georgia called Dublin. Although most of my life has been spent away from Dublin, much of who I am comes from where I was first planted. I grew up in a family with two parents. My grandmother lived with us, and my three siblings and I were blessed to live in a stable, loving home. On Saturday mornings I rode my horse Wendy through the woods behind my house with only a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to sustain me until dinner. Could life be any better? My plan for the future, which unfolded as Wendy and I strolled down various paths, had two routes: on the one hand, I was going to be a writer – a journalist – and live in New York. On the other, I was going to penetrate the iron curtain and save the Russian people from communism – a sort of modern-day Harriet Beecher Stowe. Since she was an author as well as an abolitionist, I felt the two complemented each other well. My poor father had his hands full with me, I’m sure.

Bobby Fischer, the renowned and mysterious chess player, once said that in order to achieve “checkmate,” one must maintain the knowledge of seven moves ahead of their opponent. Such seems almost impossible, for one would have to understand his opponent well in order to predict seven moves into the future. I’ve played a little chess in my life and must admit, I have yet to determine one move of my opponent let alone seven!

I often imagine God as a chess player. His opponent (Satan) has no idea that the very move he makes against my life, God has already planned a way, seven moves ahead, to victory. Whatever my choices, God calculates and determines the route to triumphant. Obstacles, trials, struggles, heartbreak after heartbreak, God already knows where we are going to put Satan in “checkmate.” Oh, but the moves to get there sometime leave me wondering.

My understanding of the rules around the game of chess state that once the player’s hand has been released from the piece, the move stands and cannot be taken back…cannot be redone. Very much like our own lives, the decisions we make, once taken are forever etched into the puzzle pieces of our lives. Why then do we spend so much time trying to undo that which is impossible to undo?

Every piece of your past, the passions God imprinted on your heart, the dreams, the bad choices, the hurtful events can be used to win. He is seven moves ahead of the financial burden, seven moves ahead of the divorce, seven moves ahead of the cancer. And although at times it seems a checkmate is impossible, God manuevers our pieces so that defeat is not an option.

I imagine the night Jesus was arrested, the disciples who had spent three years with this King knew Jesus had the ability to get away. I’m sure they were waiting in anticipation for boulders to fall, the earth to quake. It’s possible they thought, “Wait until these soldiers see what He can do.” But as the minutes ticked away, as the hours, the beatings, the mocking, the unthinkable, inflicted pain advanced, the despair must have been overwhelming. Was all the past an illusion?

But Sunday was coming…Satan didn’t know it…no one knew the seven moves just ahead…but God.

As I look back on my own life, the pieces of my past, the passions of my heart, the failures, the successes, I see the hand of God in it all. And while He is still moving and maneuvering that which the enemy wanted to use to destroy me, I find peace in my pieces knowing Sunday is coming.

Whatever trial you are facing today, believe, the King of kings and Lord of lords is seven moves ahead. The very moves of your past are the very elements God will use to achieve victory. Do not despair. Your “checkmate” is coming.

I met an older woman recently who had not celebrated the holidays for eight years – no Thanksgiving, no Christmas – no turkey with cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie with whipped cream and cinnamon. The lights and candy canes have remained in her attic tucked away since 2002, and this year would not be any different. Her only daughter and grandson had been killed Christmas Day at the age of 26 and 18 months. My heart broke for her as she pulled from her wallet his picture – blond, blue-eyed, dressed in Osh Kosh overalls and a cowboy hat, complete with boots.

“I learned that year what it meant to have a grateful heart,” she whispered.

As I listened furthered to her story, she told me as she sat before his tiny grave the reality of the season of thankfulness became clear to her. The times in our lives that we are to show our thankfulness, we spend completely entranced by preparation and activity. How she used to cook! Her table set in Emily Post’s manner and the most delicious sweet potato pie, her grandmother’s recipe. Her tree was always in place and decorated the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Friday was spent shopping until her feet could no longer move. Sunday after Thanksgiving began with Christmas parties and festivities until in a complete whirlwind of events, she found herself putting away Christmas decorations by January 1st.

The last conversation she had with her daughter was hurried. Christmas brunch was in the oven. She’d have to hear what Santa brought when they got to her house. Her only child had uttered something before hanging up the phone but she couldn’t remember what it was because in her busy state, she hadn’t listened.

Psalm 30:11-12, “Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.”

Her holidays are spent differently now, not with preparation but with the people she loves. Her heart is still and patient as she listens to the voices of those around her. The hurriedness is gone and replaced with humility.  And if she had that one moment to live again? That last conversation, the Quiche would burn, and she would know the last words her daughter said to her on Christmas Day.

Give thanks in all things…with a grateful heart.

Rainbows fascinate me. I don’t know anyone who can ignore a rainbow in the sky. The mere existence of such invokes awe whether you are Christian or Hindu or Buddhist. In my faith it is a covenant between God and man based on the story of Noah from the book of Genesis.

Noah was a man of faith who loved God and because of this, he found favor in God’s eyes. The Bible states in Genesis 6:13, “So God said to Noah, ‘I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth. So make yourself an ark…”

What interests me the most about this story is the simplicity of Noah’s obedience. There was no burning bush. Angels did not appear with swords drawn. God did not come down and visit Noah’s home. The Bible states, “So God said to Noah…make yourself an ark…”

Would you build an ark?

I often contemplate what I would do in situations such as this. When I travel I imagine if I were separated from the ones I know could I find my hotel? Would I have helped slaves get to free territory during and before the civil war? When Jesus walked up the hill carrying His cross, would I have defended Him? And in the situation of Noah, would I have built the ark?

God reveals Himself to us in many ways – rainbows for example are God’s promise to us that He will never destroy the earth by flood again. But how many of us are asked to do a task but because it seems illogical, difficult, or out-of-line with the world, we shrug it off as too much pizza the night before or some hair-brained idea. How many of us are not willing to obey God because what He is asking does not make sense…to us?

The Bible tells us that “Noah walked with God,” (Genesis 6:9). It doesn’t say Noah talked to God. It implies a very quiet companionship where Noah listened to His Heavenly Father and obeyed. What an outrageous request to build an ark! Can you imagine the ridicule he received? 2 Peter 2:5 describes Noah as “a preacher of righteousness.” Noah didn’t hide what he was doing from his neighbors, he warned them. I can see him carrying a large, long cypress plank while the men of his village mocked him and Noah continued to preach despite them.

Several years ago someone told me they disliked (the word hated was actually used) the way I talked about God all the time.  Because this person was special in my life, it hurt my heart. And although their statement brought a moment of insecurity, I remember God empowered me. I felt this boldness and my words were no longer my own. My response to him/her gave me strength. It was probably at that moment that I started talking about God even more and do not intend to stop.

The question to ask yourself is “Could you be Noah?” and if not, why not? In the end, wouldn’t you rather be Noah, on the boat? in the most horrific storm of the world’s history? And as the leader of his home, I think his family was probably very proud they were a part of his life and were with him.

God is calling you to do certain things.

Be a Noah!

“If God is for us, who can be against us?” Romans 8:31

Fall is ending in the Northeast Georgia Mountains, the area I call home. Recent rains have hurried the process and the once orange, red, and yellow leaves appear no more on branches above us. All signs point toward winter. Our season is changing.

Not one leaf falls without the full knowledge of God. A horse does not drop her foal or a dolphin leap above a crashing wave without the Creator’s eye looking down. All we are, all we have, all we will become are offered unselfishly by God with only the condition that we love Him in return.

“…who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment.” 1Timothy 6:17

There is no arrogance in His gifts to us, although there could be. My son, Will, told me a joke the other day. There was a debate between God and an Agnostic. The Agnostic said to God, “Anyone can create something.” Our God responded, “then show me.” The Agnostic bent over and picked up dirt to form a creation to which God replied, “Get your own dirt!”

The question then must surface, “Is God your ‘assistant’ or is He your ‘life’?” It is not to be answered quickly but with thought. Many of us call upon God when we need help, when times or seasons are changing in our lives and we feel out of control. We call upon Him when there seems ‘no other way out.’ We don’t speak with Him daily or pray for direction in all that we do. We don’t make our every word – His; our every move – His own.

I remember as a child my Mom requesting that we pray she be able to find a good parking spot. I love that in my Mom. As we approached down town she had no doubt that the Lord would help her find just the right space to unload three small children. Some might say we shouldn’t bother God with such trivia. To them I would reply, I have no doubt the Creator of the Universe smiles when my Mama asks for help finding a parking spot and He diligently moves just the right automobile for her because He is not her assistant – He is her life.

The configurations of the seasons, the setting of the sun, the very signs of greying hairs on our heads are all calculated by God – He has never been surprised – not once.

I remember a time when I received bad news and as I sat trying to take it all in I heard the voice of a friend, “Do you think God is freaking out?”

It took me a moment to take in his words. “Freaking out?”

“Yes. Do you think God is going, ‘Oh no! This is happening to Nora! What can I do? How can I help her out of this?”

The words of my friend still ring in my head anytime I face a tragedy or uncertain situation. If God already knew in advance that such would occur in my life, then He already knows what needs to be done to get me through it. I only need to roll up my pants legs, tighten my boots, and get going. And because God is not my assistant but my life, I willingly must be able to trust that He is in control and will take care of what needs to be done. I only have to do the work here and believe.

God weaves His history into our lives, preparing the way, giving the direction, providing the answer.

Several months ago I attended a meeting in which the facilitator asked for introductions. Of the twelve plus men and women in the room, the typical responses began to flow from our mouths, “I’m a mother of 6 and writer; I work for Wells Fargo, married 5 years; I’m a physician…”

We all have an identity. We’re somebody’s son or daughter; wife or husband; former wife or former husband; somebody’s mom or dad. We are coaches, teachers, carpool drivers…but is that truly who we are?

When the introductions were finished, the gentleman leading our session whispered, “Now tell me who you are called to be…”

I have two friends who travel together every year for vacation. Each year they pretend to be obscure and different people from whom they really are. The whole scheme is tremendous. They study and read all about these prepared scenarios and spend their cruise together being biologist or morticians or violin instructors. At the end of the cruise, the one who convinced the most people and has the most believable part wins $10.00.

If you were to google, “Purpose in Life,” thousands of books, articles, blogs, and devotions would appear, all attempting to help you navigate the “Steps to Find Your Purpose in Life.” But is it really that easy? And how many of us are on the right track?

In Galatians 1:10, Paul writes: “…If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

We identify ourselves according to the world’s standard, “I am this…I do this…I’ve been here…I know them.” But what we are called to be is servants of Christ. The purpose filled life isn’t complicated when we look at what we are doing and determine how we can serve Christ in doing it.

My grandmother, Mama Dolly, taught me to iron. I thought it to be one of the worst jobs available on the planet, such a tedious and unpretentious chore. I remember after a down pour of tears because I despised my chore, she told me her secret to ironing. She prayed for the person who would wear the shirt she was ironing. Instantly, the job for me became a mission, a huge responsibility, a necessary part of my family’s life. The jeans my brother would wear or the starched white collar on my Dad’s shirt all held the touch of God.

The passions of our hearts are intimately planned and directed by God. He only asks that we use those passions not for the sole purpose to make money or impress our neighbor but to serve Him. In so doing, we fulfill our calling for our lives. Like ironing, when we take what we’ve been given to do and turn it into an opportunity to serve God and His people, our purpose can’t help but be changed.