Purpose

There are only a few chapters in this literary work I call my life.

Chapter 1 Before Marriage

Chapter 2 Moving to Georgia

Chapter 3 Separation

Chapter 4 Moving to Texas

At one time or another during the last three chapters of my life (so far!) I have spent a little time wondering about Purpose. It was during Chapter 2 I remember distinctly sitting in a seminary class having to write down my purpose for the first time. It was so EASY! "Being a mother to Dusty and Jacob," my two step-sons. My husband has had custody of them all our married life.

Chapter 3 got a little complicated, but my purpose helped me to stay in God's will. How could I be a mother to Dusty and Jacob if I were no longer married to their father? Impossible. Holding on to this belief kept me steadfast in my struggle to birth and keep a healthy marriage.

Now in Chapter 4 I find myself with a new Purpose. But what is it exactly? Dusty and Jacob are grown and married. I still "mother" them, but in a very different way. I am hesitant to allow my path to determine my Purpose. My Purpose has always sort of determined my path. So, with that in mind, I go back to that quiet voice that started speaking about a year ago. I think I was listening to the echo of the voice, and not hearing the Speaker. So as I turn my ear to hear directly from the Speaker, I believe I hear the Purpose to be "family". Not only biologically and spiritually, but also in my workplace. It seems to be the force down each path I take. Beautiful!