My Purpose

Do you ever think of all the things you were going to do when you grew up? How many did you accomplish? Me...not too many. I was sure I was going to be a nurse or doctor for a long time, which I am sure I would have enjoyed as I love home health care. .There is a satisfaction in leaving a client and knowing they are clean, smell good, and are comfortable. I am sure I would have enjoyed trying to make people better. Then, I was sure I was going to be a missionary. I can remember sitting on the sink next to Mom while she explained communism to me, and about the people in China that couldnt worship God freely. I also around this time went to a missionary service where the Lyons family ( who were missionaries to Taiwan) spoke--I cried through the service. I was then sure I was going to be a missionary to China. When I grew to be a teenager, I was sure I was going to be a writer. I filled notebooks with my stories, and a few articles were published by our denominational paper. I was also sure I would NEVER let myself get fat like some people I seen. Well sorry to say, I accomplished none of that.
I am just an ordinary mom and wife, a homeschooling mom to be exact. I can barely keep up with my house, and sometimes I just feel like pulling my hair out!! My hair is turning gray, I have arthritis in my joints, and I feel as if Old Lady Age is pulling me down a path that in my youth I never thought I would reach. I look back at my life and all the mistakes I have made, years of depression, and I could feel like a failure. However, I can honestly say that what I see is that God has not given up on me. I am embarassed at some of my mistakes, and I see lots of areas where I have failed, yet if He has not given up on me, then maybe, just maybe, He has a reason for me being here! It could be there is hope for Christa. Maybe I have touched a life, or maybe I will eventually. Maybe my kids will go on to do what I did not. And if He has not given up on me, why should I?