Thinking about our purpose
“The Israelites groaned in their slavery and cried out, and their cry for help because of their slavery went up to God.” They looked to God for that freedom with hope, they desired it in their heart and as humans, surely reasoned it out in their mind. But when Moses came to lead them out, even by the direction of God, at times they were ready to change their mind. Some preferred to go back to Egypt. Why … because this freedom wouldn’t come the way they had pictured it. The journey itself was not milk and honey. A certain amount of relational faith would be necessary, it would also require sacrifices they had not considered. To get to the Promised Land, circumstances would be allowed in their life they didn’t want. Those circumstances were allowed to draw them closer to God.
-~Each of us as Christians share an ultimate goal~-
Every journey has a destination. A goal. Maybe we could use the word purpose. What about our journey through life, as we’re trying to reach our destination ?
What about all the things we don’t want to face, with all of our individual struggles, trials & hardships ? Could all of these unwanted things actually be part of our purpose ?
We naturally look at unwanted circumstances as hardships. What if we embraced the idea that God allows these things in our walk through the wilderness, so we will learn how to DEPEND on Him. Those opportunities become relationship building blocks.
To learn about Him, to see and remember how He works on a personal level, teaching us to ‘KNOW HIM’ Could we say our purpose here is to develop a relationship with God and learn how to let him direct our path ? When we look back at how we handled diversity in our life, will we see times our relationship with God grew, because we took his hand and let him lead ?
Who am I - Casting Crowns
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wondering heart?
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wondering heart?
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are . . .
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are . . .
by Scott Knox