Life was not meant to oscillate between distress and boredom. Not intended for *aimless* burdens. Nor to be suffocated by restlessness…smothered in murmur.
We were created as instruments in God’s roaring orchestra. Generations of melody in response to His goodness.
And here am I! Singing the staccatic note of triumph I was born to belt. #purpose #meaning
Yet, the chorus I’ve joined will ring faithful with or without my voice. God’s anthem doesn’t rely on my performance. I could be asleep like the Abrahamic Covenant (Genesis 15). Encouraging huh? Honestly, still wresting with that Truth. Why do I pray if His will is already solidified? What happens when I pray in contrast with Him?
Onward! Singing a dissonant note or, worse still, knowing the right note and refusing to sing would be deny life of its meaning. A wise Jackson heeds my vocation. I’m not timid in the midst of God’s plan. I’m not numb to what He saved me from. I’m not hesitant to overflow light onto others. I decide how active I am in the Kingdom of Heaven.
‘The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few.’ – Matthew 9:37
God thank you for revealing meaning in my life. Thank you for clarity. You are holy, holy, holy. I petition that my discovery for meaning will grow deeper and taller and wider and longer. My heart is an open space for you to come have your way. I’m open. When I’m aligned with you, there are no barriers. I am a soldier in your army. Before I take a seat to sit, that You know it is mine. You prepare the moment for me, God. There is no dream too big for You. No mountain too tall, Lord. Comfort me when my vocation is frustrating. When power leaves me, renew my strength. I’m open. Amen.
Sawubona Jackson! I’m pleased that you’re discovering the multitude of dimensions which are you. Sometimes we can fond ourselves in giving ourselves. I’m proud of your courage in seeking meaning in unusual ways – as always, you are uniquely yourself and I love you. Grandad