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Values, Mission and Dreams


I'm DONE with the status quo.  Playing it safe has to go.  

I'm through having conversations upon conversations without anything getting done.  

I WANT MY LIFE TO MATTER!
 
Making plans with one hand while keeping my heart within the prison of fear and insecurity and dread.

What is it that GOD has put in my heart to do?  Did he create me and my abilities, skills, talents, personalities and experiences for a reason?  A purpose?  

Have the people that have been significant to me and the ones I've met in passing on a subway or an elevator been placed there by God?

  What about my personal life's experiences can God use for His glory and use?

Does this process and journey I call life matter? 

The burden God placed in my heart for the broken and the discernment sharpened through experience is all part of my calling.

Does our calling change through the seasons or do our seasons change our calling?

God, help me to live as an intentional called woman in my home, work, church and community.  Help me to make these few moments remaining in my life matter.  

God, help me see how every greeting, door opening, smiling, conversation and prayer be an act of my calling.  To know you and the power and love of Your resurrection and to know and love those people you have put me in connection with.
   
Amen.

 


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