Have you ever had the privilege of sitting back and watching your two year old in the throws of discovery? Of purposely pursuing what has caught their fancy?
They seem to have this mind blowingly and magnificently, super hyper-focused tunnel vision, specific to finding and obtaining that one thing their little heart desires. This now becomes their passionate purpose. Our own little one had this ability in spades!
Everything in them now seems to be geared towards that one goal.. what they now hear or don’t hear, what tools (physical, emotional, verbal) they might use, what steps they might take, the energy needing spent.. The word ‘can’t’ nowhere in the equation for them.
Then finally, after so much concentrated effort, the purely gleeful triumph!!! And they turn to you, hopeful to see your shared joy in their accomplishment!
As an adult, within our normal day to day responsibilities, this ability – to passionately pursue purpose for ourselves – seems to be somewhat buried.
As a grieving parent, regardless of where you are in your own personal journey, this ability is buried further still.
Add to that this last almost two years where the day to day, week to week, and month by month duties, directives, demands and choices are changed, re-directed, etc at any given moment… the ability to passionately pursue a purpose is almost just a distant memory. We have been geared towards surviving, and not really towards thriving.
So, for me, I choose again to passionately pursue my purpose.
I will, no doubt, do so a bit clumsily. I will undoubtedly hear words aimed at bringing fear and doubt. I will likely stumble a little.
But I will keep getting back up, and I will fight my way forward. With God directing my steps, and with supportive family and friends, I will come fully and gleefully into that purpose. I don’t know when or how, but I know I will.
I hope most sincerely for each of you, that you find and dwell in amazingly passionate purpose!
Of Loss and Love 