I sit on the floor
Starring at the stove
My phone in my lap
Text thread open
Asking what I’ve been doing
As I sit
Starring
I try to tally up
What my life has amounted to
What I’ve done worth counting
What I’ve said worth repeating
Goals of a child still live in me
But that doesn’t amount to a purpose
As I review it all
One question keeps coming up
What did God put me here for?
What was I born to do?
I have some things I’d like do to
But does that amount to a purpose?
Questions swirl
Blurring out everything else
I don’t see the room around me
All I see is the years of being dormant
Not moving towards anything
Maybe I can’t find my goal
Because it’s been right in front of me
Maybe my purpose is discovered
One step at a time
Doing the tasks in front of me
And piece by piece discovering
What I was meant to do
I sit on the kitchen floor
With determination building
I’ve got an adventure
Right in front of me
I know this feeling. It's so true though - God has a purpose for each of us, and often it is by doing the things right in front of us! It's crazy how this huge idea we call purpose can be overlooked because it comes in small ways every day. Thanks for sharing - it's nice to be reading your posts again. :)
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DeleteGreat post! I've certainly felt like this before. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you! <3
DeleteLOVE THIS! You're so talented <3
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I love this Mikayla! Keep writing!
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