Finding My Work -- Grace

You hear so often in the Church about finding the work God has given you to do.

I've always wondered what mine is.  I believed for a long time that my work was to grow up, get a college education, be married, and raise a family.

The thing is, I was never totally content believing that something great will happen in three-five years and that I will be doing the work God has intended for me to do.  I always wanted something more.  Maybe I wanted something to do for Him now.

Anyways, whatever I wanted -- I think maybe it was a clear blueprint of how my life is going to go: a college degree at twenty-one, a teaching job for two years followed by a huge, rustic, fall wedding, five sons and five daughters...those were my plans, not God's.  They may have been in line with what He wants me to do, but they were never things He really told me that were for sure going to happen.  I always wondered what my work is in life.

Sunday morning, I was sitting in the Church service.  I don't really recall thinking about my work, but all of a sudden it was as if scales were taken off of my eyes and I saw exactly what my work is.

It's what I'm doing right now, and I'm supposed to keep doing it.  I'm putting a book together, teaching a class of seven-year-old girls some of the things I've been taught over the years, accompanying a choir, working part-time for the Women's Department at Church, and generally trying to reach out in love to people.

And I love this.

I've never felt more at peace or more content with life than I have in the past two days.

For so long I've been searching...searching for something that I don't know what it was.  Sometimes I think that I was looking for a good, enjoyable, paying career option that I could study for as soon as possible.  I know that I was looking for love -- someone to adore me and accept me for who I am, someone to draw me closer to God, make me laugh, and help me feel safe and secure.

The thing that I was missing?  God is all of that, and more, and unless it's that time in your life, you don't need anyone but Him.  Horatio Spafford lost his ENTIRE family and still managed to write the well-beloved hymn, "It Is Well With My Soul."  Why?  He had God.

Like I said, I love this time in my life.  I'm suddenly searching for more ways I can show love to others -- in small ways, and in large.  I love this time of learning and growth with God.  I love being able to serve Him to the best of my ability.

Sunday, January 3rd, 2016, I found my work.  And I am sooooo excited to fulfill it with God leading me!