During my late teen and early twenties, I was obsessed with discovering my purpose. I do not think that’s unusual for that age, of course; but I have distinct memories of this search. From church, I had picked up that my purpose must be different than the purpose of a man, which seemed to rule out many interesting options right away. So I kept looking and I found many answers. My purpose was to help my husband (which I didn’t have for part of that time) fulfill his purpose. My purpose was to help my husband fulfill God’s purpose. My purpose was to raise godly children. My purpose was to have a clean house. My purpose…the options list was longer than one might expect. Yet somehow the answers were all unsettling.
When you're searching for identity
When you're searching for identity
When you're searching for identity
During my late teen and early twenties, I was obsessed with discovering my purpose. I do not think that’s unusual for that age, of course; but I have distinct memories of this search. From church, I had picked up that my purpose must be different than the purpose of a man, which seemed to rule out many interesting options right away. So I kept looking and I found many answers. My purpose was to help my husband (which I didn’t have for part of that time) fulfill his purpose. My purpose was to help my husband fulfill God’s purpose. My purpose was to raise godly children. My purpose was to have a clean house. My purpose…the options list was longer than one might expect. Yet somehow the answers were all unsettling.