I want purpose. I have purpose. How can I serve my purpose?
When I say I want a purpose, I am thinking primarily of a reason for me to go on living, or perhaps, why am I alive at all? I am not content with self gratification as a reason for living. Were I more comfortable than I typically am, perhaps I could be seduced into thinking that comfort was enough. But I am not. I live each day and most hours as a struggle.
As God's creation, I have purpose. I am instructed to love God and to love my neighbor as myself. I have gradually attained some understanding of what it means to love another person. Listening to them. Acknowledging them. Giving to them. Serving them. Waiting for them. Forgiving them. Encouraging them.
I have gifts, skills, and time. How much of these do I use to further my purpose, and how much do I squander on a foolish attempt to gratify my self? Using 100% of my gifts, skills, and time is the goal. I suspect that I use far less than that. I ask God to help me move ahead, to improve, to grow, and to be at peace.
Help me Lord. I am doomed to failure without you.