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








