This Purpose

What is my view? Where is my voice? And who am I? Somewhere over a year ago I spent an afternoon at a coffee shop discussing that last question. I don’t remember exactly how that conversation went but some of the thoughts exchanged that day are now part of the way I view the world. I remember we talked a lot about worship, mainly because if you don’t know anything else about who you are and if you never find more purpose in the world, you were created to worship God. I feel as though I need to admit that lately I’ve fallen desperately short of this purpose. I found that God was asking me to lay my dreams at His feet, then when He pushed enough for me to finally let go of those things, what I saw left behind were broken pieces. Then my pride got the best of me and instead of looking into God’s eyes to see myself, I was grasping for the broken bits that lay on the ground between us; I spent months looking at a broken mirror to find my identity, and that is where I lost it. So where does all this lead me? Tonight, I find my voice again in God’s gentle correction as I write what He tells me about myself, I find my view as He reminds me where to look, and I find my identity as I lift my eyes from the ground, but more than all of that I remember, the purpose in all things is to worship God.