We are four days into a new year – a year that so many of us have been looking forward to because it signifies the ending of the last. 2016 was a rough one for many folks, myself included for a variety of reasons. I look forward to the next 361 days with an expectant heart, particularly because in 2016, I found myself in a constant state of searching.
Searching for what, you ask? I don’t really know. It’s hard to put my finger on it, but I think the word “purpose” is about as close as I can come to describing what may be missing in my life right now.
That may seem like a surprise to many that know me, given my current life stats:
Wife, mother of five children (one of whom is still home all day, every day), part-time photographer, adoptive parent-in-waiting, friend, taxi driver, laundromat, cook, etc. My plate, as far as activities that take my time go, is quite full. Still, there has been this nagging feeling that I was meant for something….other. Not greater, necessarily, because I take all of those duties very seriously, and I enjoy most of them. Just – other.
Which brings me back to this need I have to discover a new sense of purpose. I want to answer that nagging knock on my heart and find out what it is that’s missing – and then do something about it. What better time to tackle such a task than the near year, which lingers before of all us with promise and hope for better things.
I started this new journal (separate from my existing blog) because I knew I’d need a place where I could reflect on the things God is showing me and I know the power of writing things down in order to achieve a goal.
Here’s to 2017. Here’s to purpose.