PUTTING SOME BASICS IN PLACE

Walking with purpose requires that we come to grips with what ultimately matters. We need to understand why we are here on earth. The reason we are here is far bigger than personal fulfillment, inner peace, or happiness. It’s bigger than raising a family or having a career. The reason we are here is because God wanted us to be here. You were madeby God andfor God. If we don’t look at life from that perspective, nothing will make sense.

This is what Saint Paul had to say about his life focus:

It is not that I have already taken hold of it or have already attained perfect maturity, but I continue my pursuit in hope that I may possess it, since I have indeed been taken possession of by Christ [Jesus]. Brothers, I for my part do not consider myself to have taken possession. Just one thing: Forgetting what lies behind but straining forward to what lies ahead, I continue my pursuit toward the goal, the prize of God’s upward calling in Christ Jesus.1

Saint Paul wasn’t saying that he had it all perfectly together. But he kept his eye on the goal. He knew that God was calling him to something better. He wasn’t going to turn back. Instead, he was determined to focus on the prize so that he could experience everything that God had planned for him.

Saint Paul’s faithfulness to God, focus on his mission, and determination not to compromise literally changed the world. He didn’t do this by floating along the river of life, letting his circumstances guide him. If we want to be women who walk purposefully and experience all that God has for us in this life, then we, like Saint Paul, are going to need to focus and prioritize. There simply isn’t enough time in the day to do everything that your loved ones tell you is important and the things that our culture values, and still do the things that God is calling you to do. If you’re interested in joining me on the journey, you will have to make choices—like what to pack for the trip.

One of my favorite getaways is Camden, Maine. I could write a very interesting journal full of packing mishaps for those trips—like my twelve-year-old announcing, five days into the trip, that he had forgotten to pack any underwear. It’s funny (at least looking back on it) when it’s my kids who didn’t pack well. It’s just plain embarrassing when I’m traveling alone and I have no one to blame but m