My anything is purpose….not so much having one, as being okay with what it is.
I have this continual nagging feeling, that I haven’t fulfilled my purpose, that maybe I’ve missed my calling or messed up so bad somewhere that I’ve lost my chance.
I had a really hard time finishing a book I was writing for moms. It took me eight years. Sometimes I was afraid to work on it because I was convinced that it WAS my purpose – which meant if it got finished, God wouldn’t need me anymore.
That is my anything today. It was different a week ago…and may be different tomorrow.