Purposeful Living

I think that sometimes we get so caught up in life's activities that we forget we are here not just to do, but to me, to experience life.  I have heard many tell me that through these last few years of financial and personal struggle, sometimes life is just about "enduring".  Everytime I heard that, I thought in my head, "yeah, yeah, right, right - you really dont know what to say".  I know - attitude, its my Achilles.   However, the thoughts still swam around in the liquid jello called my brain and the other day it all seemed to solidfy.  Yes, there is the enduring part - but really its about purpose.  I found my personal prayers switching from "help me to get through this" to "what is my purpose? I just want to have purpose?"  Almost (literally) the second I made the switch in my thinking, the purpose presented itself.  Now, I am sure that the purpose was lingering there all along, but I had done nothing to help realize it, make it possible, open myself up for it to embrace me.  I was too much in myself to notice that there was something more than me ...

Dont get me wrong, its okay to have the woefulness, to feel our sorrow, to recognize that life has pummeled us with a whole truck load of lemons (WAY too many to make lemonaide).  But we cant sit under the pile, tread water in mirk - its not physicially, emotionally or spiritually possible to do that.  We drown in all those same ways.  We get out of, sit on the side and breath for a moment, acknowledge that we have just pulled ourselves out of the worst junk possible.  Then find the nearest shower, (I prefer a very long, very hot one) and step out in the cool breeze and look toward the purpose.  It will be there, waiting for you, I promise.