“Disappointments, challenges and failures are not meant to destroy you.  They are meant to strengthen you, to build your character, to give you fortitude to accomplish your God-given destiny.”  J. Osteen

What is our God-given destiny?  How do we know, exactly, what we are supposed to do with our lives?  It is an easy question to answer for some, but much more difficult for others.  For those that know exactly what it is you’re supposed to do with your life, I’m in awe.  To have that kind of clarity would be an amazing thing to have.

Most adults get this very small window of time to decide what they want to do with their lives.  You pick a career in college, get a degree, start working, get married, have children, and then what?  Are your choices suddenly over?

For many, aren’t they?  When responsibility becomes the guiding force of your life…responsibility for your home, family…personal needs begin to shrink and vanish until we become simply workers.

We work because we have to, but what about the joy?  Shouldn’t there be joy in our jobs or should we simply grin and bear it?  If we wake up one morning and see a middle-aged employee in the mirror, what do we do?

Do we get up and give it our all or do we hide under the covers?  Do we put on our uniforms…suits and ties, mommy pants, or ugly polo’s…and give it a go one more day?

Of course we do.  We keep going and we keep searching and we keep digging because somewhere out there is our place, our destiny…our special somewhere.  The thing is, we may never see our place through God’s eyes.  We may work at a job and never see how our work has impacted others.  Or we may work and show others through our perseverance what responsibility really means.  Perhaps our destiny is simply more than numbers on a pay-stub.  Perhaps our destiny is what we instill in others by how we work, how we respond to work, and what we let work do to our souls.

For those who are searching, your passion, your dream job is out there somewhere.  You may find it after the children are grown or it may be next week.  It may take years or it make take hours.  But it’s there.  Why do I believe this?  Because my passion for writing didn’t develop until I was in my thirties even though my love for children has been around since college.  I can’t see what’s before me…and most days I don’t want to see it…but I have faith that each step I take is leading me forward.  I have faith that I’ll end up exactly where I’m supposed to be.

P.S. – To my sweet Billy…I know your dream job is just around the corner, but more than that, I adore your perseverance, your dedication to family, and your laughter.  Those are the things that make you who you are.

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