A Joyful Surprise! Life Purpose is a Uniquely Beautiful Mosaic

Every child is asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

In high school, the question is recast, “What will you major in when you go to college?”

After college, well-meaning folks ask about jobs, then marriage, then children, ad infinitum. Society has a plan for your life. So, where does that leave those like me who diverged from those expectations?

My husband and I are OINKs. One income, no kids. Translation: I am not a parent and I didn’t have a career. Thus, the emergence of the haunting, self-directed question, “What IS my purpose in life?”

Susan Pitman, a fellow Hope*Writer, wrote a beautiful musing about “purpose.” The final statement stuck with me all day:

 “You and I have purpose: every minute of the day.
Trust the journey to reveal purpose as it unfolds in and through you.”

(see complete Instagram post here)

Her thoughts offered permission to reframe my “purpose.” And in that space, a response to the old, nagging question emerged.

True: I cannot point to a single, “big” life purpose. AND, the absence of a traditional role of mother or career woman has afforded me the time and energy to fulfill many small purposes. Furthermore, those unpretentious purposes ARE significant and create a beautiful montage.

A mosaic’s beauty is the product of many small, diverse components pieced together. Likewise, my purpose has been a collection of small, intertwined purposes.

Oh, the joy that this revelation brings! I am experiencing a paradigm shift, untethering me from the former haunting accusations and freeing me to step back and recognize my unique, mosaic-like purpose. It has been here, unfolding all along.

#HopeWriterDay

Superimposed Memories

Death…Finality. Memory chest sealed. Story concluded.

Ashes…What to say while scattering? Nothing seems to fit. Heart grieves.

Tears…Leak onto pillow. All parents gone. Only memories remain.

Recollection…Sitting vigil with Dad. Heart released IOU. He slipped away.

Longings…Life-giving words. Father’s words. Memories to embrace.

Regret…Parting words intended yet not said. By me. By Dad.

Lament…Sift through memories. Sit in sorrow. Mourn.

Afterlife…Mysterious portal. No more pain and debris. Restored.

Dad…In heaven. Loves well. Making eternal-home memories.

Overlay…A redeemed story over our story. Not denial. Healing memories.

Rewrite…Words from Christopher Robin. Pierce my heart. Imagine Dad speaking to me.


“If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together…

There is something you must always remember.

You are braver than you believe,

Stronger than you seem, and

Smarter than you think,

But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart…

I’ll always be with you.”

From Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne


Receive…Affirmation. Choose to accept. Dad loves me.

Thank you for inspiration @maryhelenmarten, The Rewrite via @red_tent_living  https://redtentliving.com/2019/04/25/the-rewrite/  and beautiful poetry by @purely_hoping 

1987 – Lord…Please Bring the Spring

Please Bring the Spring
by Kristin Emily Abell
March 9, 1987

Barren trees.
Cloudy sky.
Cold, biting wind
blowing dead leaves.
Sky getting darker.
Raindrops splashing.
Wind howling.

When will the breeze be warm and gentle?
When will the trees bud bright green?
When will the sun shine and brighten up the world?
When will the clouds make dancing shapes for
guessing against a beautiful blue sky?

We must live through the horrid winter to get to spring.
The few unseasonable days are added as a
promise and reminder of what is to come.

We know the spring will come…
Maybe sooner, maybe later…but it will come.

Will spring ever bud in my heart again?
Will there be true laughter from a joyful soul?
I don’t want to live in winter forever –
It is so hard to wait it out.

My instinct is to escape
into any “spring” that may come along…
infatuation,
dependent relationships,
seeking attention,
overcrowded schedules –
All options for escapes.
But…those bring on winter again –
Colder and more bitter.

Lord, help me to wait rather than escape,
To walk out the healing and growing,
To be patient for Spring.

And Lord, please bring the Spring.

Free Writer’s Webinar Tonight (Monday 9/30)

Do I want to “be a writer?” I have been asking myself this question for almost 15 years. I love Emily P. Freeman’s books so I receive her emails. She is an author and co-founder of an online writers’ support group.

In her May newsletter, she wrote about a free webinar for writers that she was going to teach. I signed up to watch it. The class has good information AND it inspired me to join HopeWriters to see if this “writing thing” is for me.

Hopewriters’ motto was encouraging to me: you don’t have to sell your soul, change your personality, or become a cartoon version of yourself to make it as a writer.
I’m loving this adventure and their huge online library plus the many ways for support are so helpful!

If you are at all thinking about writing, please consider joining the free class tonight at 8:00 p.m. Eastern. I believe it will be shown via Facebook.

As with most webinars, if you can’t make it tonight at that time but you still sign up, they will send a link to watch the webinar later. In addition to writing tips, yes, they will tell you how to join Hopewriters, but there is no obligation.

Just click the link below for more information and to sign up:

https://www.hopewriters.com/a/17922/JeSPvQNo