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I am my path

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Recently as I was reflecting on where I am going, and what I am doing, I started wondering about the link between me, my purpose, the process, the path and God’s will.
I think of God as Love. And me being His creation, made in His image and likeness must mean I am made for Love, to be Love.  I think of His Will, His Purpose for me, as the actualisation of that Love, and thus as I pray, may Your Will be done on earth - on me - as it is in heaven, it means that I am asking that I actualise that Love.  To reach up into His Will, to live Love, to be Love. This is my purpose.

 To get there I am on a path. This path is many things.   It is people and relationships, places and spaces, happenings and occurrences, sorrows and struggles, joys and hopes, within me – who is laden with personality, abilities, talents and gifts.  All done my time – which is my life.  It is individual components, coming together almost magically, working together systematically.  It seems accidental, but it is not.  It is deliberate, because there is a goal.  That is process.  My process.

 And the purpose of my process, is to lead me to my purpose, my destiny.  There is purpose in process.  There is process in purpose.

 When process and purpose happen, they do not happen outside of me.  They happen within me, by me, for me.  They thus become an integral part of me.  Which means I am part of my process, I am part of my purpose.

 What part of me is not process?  What part of me is not purpose?  I doubt I can remove a single element of my spirit, soul or body, and point to it and say - this, this part of me is not part of the process, of the purpose.  This part of me is not coming with me along my life, along my path, becoming me.  This part of me is outside of me.  Outside of my path.

 There are parts of me that I do like.  And other parts I do not like.  Some parts I’d love to keep, others to lose.  Last week, during a conversation about 'labels' and 'definitions’ of self, a friend wrote out this for me.  “Dear God.  Call me to be the version of me You created me to be.  Show me how I can be that best version.  Give me the humility to accept what You reveal to me.  Give me the grace to handle what You reveal.  I trust and surrender to you.  Amen.”  I have wise friends.

 Knowing what my life is, knowing who God is, Knowing who I am in Him, that He is my creator, that I am wonderfully and fearfully made, that I can do all things in Him because He strengthens me, and that greater is He who is in me that is in the world, makes me know I am in a great place, a God powered place and that I am rightly equipped to go through my process, to walk my path.  The path of LOVE.

 And it's all LOVE.  It’s all about Love.

 A few years ago, together with three wonderful women, I did "Restless – Because You Were Made For More", a group study guide by Jenny Allen.  The study is about seeking out and responding to your restlessness for your purpose.  It has various chapters, detailing the play and impact of different elements in your life, culminating in an exercise titled Threads which weaves these elements together, weaves my life together, as part of God's own story, my little little part in His.  Recently I read a FaceBook post Jenny Allen did on Threads, “Surrender to God.  Called to dream, but we are afraid to.  Because we are called, when we do not act on it, we become restless - restless to find purpose to make a difference in the world no matter what”.  To act.  To put all the elements together.  To weave them.  Process them.  Into purpose.

 Process is welcoming the identification of the threads of my life, consciously, and determining how to intentionally weave them together for God's Glory and Purpose.  Threads of people and relationships, places and spaces, happenings and occurrences, sorrows and struggles, joys and hopes, and most of all – the whole of me.  What if taking into context all the pieces of my life, paid heed to them, I began to ask, how may my life be of purpose, be used for Your Purpose?  How would that be?  What if, I stepped out, and in that search, was that lead to my purpose to Purpose?

 A spiritual coach I had, once said, “Process is for bringing you out according to His Purpose”.  Bring me out.  Put into my own life.

 Not too long ago, Florence Achama Ukpabi, a coach who helps women of faith transform into their God mojo, and runs a FaceBook page I belong to, posted a few days back, an image - I am my purpose – with accompanying text.  She said and I quote some of the text, “People often focus on what their purpose or destiny is; what they are supposed to do, and feel really upset or anxious when this isn't clear for them.  If you are waiting for the answer to reveal itself to you then this is a BIG mistake.  Over the years I've learnt a simple truth, and you can think of it as a mantra.   I AM MY MINISTRY/BUSINESS.  It means your LIFE from A - Z is your work or your work is embedded in your doing of Life.”

 Doing of my life. My path.  I am my path.

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