I am on Purpose, and I have Purpose, As DO YOU!
I am on purpose, and I have a purpose...
He delights in you
You Delight in showing mercy, and I am blessed to be in love with You! I will share that love, anyway, I can, because You make all things beautiful. When I mess up, God, You make it beautiful! I can’t give up, no matter what is formed against me. I am on purpose and I have a purpose.
I will share my weakness and struggles because I am afforded mercy and grace. I want you to know, we all have a teacher who delights in mercy, as long as we don’t get it twisted, He will use our purpose.
Mercy ~ Amanda Cook
Oops I did it again
My heart desires to share eloquent prose wanting desperately to present the thoughts and feelings spilling over in my mind. However, I can’t deny the sea of atrocities, in my presentation of the written word. This author is not blind to her use of redundancy, cliché and colloquialism, and, of course, the favorite run-on sentence. Attempting to correct, I fall deeper into the abyss of grammatical chaos, therein, my brain refuses correction, as I feel constraint limiting me in unconscious rebellion.
I write from the heart, wishing I could flow my emotion onto the stark page that stares back appearing not to care. What purity, it protests, as I see the errors mounting, am I losing? Slowly, I feel myself falling into the complacency of giving up, but, I will not relent. The whispers of spirit comfort me, saying,"keep forging the barriers that block you." Seeing the correction tabs mounting I must not be bothered by their bashing. Instead, I will do my best to move forward, trying to remain a constant learner of life and skill.
I write purposely, hoping no offense comes from my obliteration of the written word. I witness in awe the prowess with which many place their innards to a page. Where I have talents to speak the word, and share it with motivation, I lack the skill to take it from my lips, choreographing the dance of words before me. I realize I am not alone in this painful limitation, appreciating the commonality of desire, to not mess up. I choose not to offend with these limitations and yet, I know I will, and this saddens my heart, as it is assuredly not my intent.
Perhaps you might be thinking as you read, “I wish she would put down her pen!” If so, you would be judging me, and for that I forgive you.
See, if we put down our pen, so to speak,(LOL— cliché.) We then lose our voice. The inner voice, the one that speaks, when one is too shy, afraid or weak. Taking the voice of another is not our job. Judging the spewing or presentation of thoughts is a tricky art. Where advice and education of ignorance are important it is clearly not for everyone to take part in. Helping requires a filter of great strength, armor, tact and truth in love. Seeing something that concerns or bothers us, we are prone to give an opinion or worse assumptive interpretation, has this ever worked out, well?
To assume makes a (you know what) out of you and me, so, break it down people, ass-u-me, (Oops- I —Did-It-Again, thanks, Brittany Spears.)
We are not the summation of what people think or say, we were made for so much more!
He makes all things New
Why would she post a Brittany video it makes no sense? But it does! We are not, in a relationship with our writings or image. Giving things power over us causes a battle. I suppose the same stresses of relationships can cause spiritual temptation depending on the things or talents where we attribute our time.
We may not be the best, to some, you may be the least capable, but, in the eyes of God, you are exactly, where He wants you, He is using your purpose. How you perform it or complete your task is not, as important as why you are doing it.
Are you trying to better yourself, help another person, or make the world a little less, frightening? Maybe, you’re just, being yourself in a crazy world that tells you, your not, good enough? Maybe you go to bed alone and feel left, out, of the loop? Perhaps you’re just, being human and trying to get through one more, day.
I bet somewhere in this last paragraph, you found yourself, I know this because under our skin we all a pretty close to being the same. What I do know, is that within our frame is a heart beating, and goes through stages. A heart joyful or hurting, confused or together, happy or sad, young or old, the point is it's beating.
I know where we’re going, and it may be some time, but we need to collide with the reason for our beating heart. It may not be for your purpose, it is much more important than whether you get it right, or wrong. Could your beating heart be for a greater purpose? “I wanna be by your side, so I can hear your beating heart next to mine.” I want everyone to realize we are beating for a reason, a reason, far, greater than yourself, greater than any accolade or material Band-Aid. Band-Aids fall off we need something that sticks!
You are not alone, you, are, on purpose, and, you have a purpose! Therefore, you need to use your breath, your voice. Right or wrong speak, share, love, laugh; focus on where you are going. What if you don’t know where you’re going? What if it ends up not being a long time? Are you ready? Maybe, think about loving the way you are loved, by a God, who loves you unconditionally. I hope you know it is not about us, not about the here and now, it is all about where we are going.
If you don’t already know there is a God who loves you, who wants you, who wants to collide with you. He is perfect in our imperfections. He is love in a lost world. He is pretty darn awesome and I would love for you to get to know Him! He is right there next to you, just reach out and you will feel His beating heart.
Write because you have a voice, use it, or lose it! Remember no matter what, you’re loved, unconditionally, you, are on purpose and you have a purpose. If you can get out of the way, it could be amazing! You are not your mistakes He makes all things beautiful.