Purpose

I sit here and wonder, "Is this where I'm supposed to be? If not here... where else would I go?" And I'm not sure if it's a bad thing that I think that way sometimes. It's almost as if the only thing keeping me where I am is the fact that I have no clue where else I'd go. Is this good? Bad? I'm not entirely sure.

It's at times like this that I have to trust God with where He has me. As hard as it is to be present, to be where I'm at, I figure He has me here for a reason. He has a plan for me. The hardest yet most beautiful aspect of that is the fact that I have only the smallest of glimpses of His plan.

I think it's safe to say that if you're not being challenged where you're at, that may not be where God wants you. After all, taking up our crosses and dying unto ourselves is not easy. Life was never meant to be easy. The struggle is a crucial part of what it means to be human. The most beautiful things come out of some sort of struggle. A statue has to be chiseled. A pearl begins with an irritation. A baby comes out of the pain of childbirth.

Pain. It's necessary.

Somewhere in that pain is God. Not that He causes it but rather He brings beauty out of it.

"For we know that God makes all things for the good of those who love Him, for those who are called according to His purpose." [Romans 8:28]