Purpose flows from identity. If I know who I am—or Whose I am— then I know what I should be doing.
I cling to these words: “The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me; Your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of Your hands.” (Psalm 138:8)
This threefold message gives me hope in a season of restlessness…
First, it’s not my purpose. The Lord has a purpose for me. “My existence was not random nor was it an accident. God knew who He was creating…for a specific work.” (Francis Chan)
Throw up the hands and let loose the expectations: I have purpose—and it’s not mine! Isn’t it amazing to think that someone—God!—has purpose for me, a work I’m called to do? Even if it’s means living today the same way as yesterday, I have purpose. And He will fulfill it.
Second, the Lord loves me. His love is steadfast, enduring FOR-EH-VER. How often I doubt His love, how often I need this truth to impel me forward, to cleanse my heart and invigorate me. God loves me, forever.
And third, when I am discouraged—because feelings do rise and emotions go hay-wire—I can cry out to God, saying, “Don’t forsake the work of Your hands!” The reminder that I am “the work of Your hands” also fills me with purpose—I am the work of God’s hands, His treasured craft, His beloved vessel. “In order to learn what it means to be a woman we must start with the One who made her.” —Elisabeth Elliot
— Originally posted July 20, 2018