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When I was fresh out of college I went to work at a place where my boss told me I was too idealistic and optimistic. He went on to say Deana in time you will come to know your limitations. His statement cut me like a knife. Sadly the place I worked was a church and my boss an older minister whose journey left him burned out.

I know a lot of people who are trapped with him in a place where disappointment and pain have wrapped their heart so tightly that their purpose has been traded for provision. The unique dream God deposited in them has become submissive to the soul's truth. Their resignation from their God appointed purposes quietly submitted. Their life secure, stable, responsible... and boring. Something is missing.

Easter Sunday we traveled to the church where my parents attend. On the way we passed an establishment that was a known swingers hangout. We were happy to find it had closed. I commented, "I am so glad they closed. That is an answer to prayer." We had a close acquaintance who was drawn into this lifestyle and it cost them their marriage. Katie Beth was shocked that I would be happy a place closed and questioned me. I explained that a lot of people gathered there to make bad choices together. Her response was "I wonder who God used to close it?" LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, her response!!!! Her follow up comment was "You know like Esther was born for such a time as this. We all have a purpose we were born for."

I have been pondering her comment for awhile. We ALL have a PURPOSE we were born for. What unique mission did God deposit in you while you were chatting in your mother's womb? What gifts and talents did He equip you with? What weaknesses require you to trust Him fully? Are you going to believe the truth of your soul or the truth of His spirit?

The world is waiting to see....Were you born for such a time as this?

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Laina's Corner said…
Beautiful! Thank you for your comments. I enjoy following you. Keep posting!

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