Ever wake up in the morning and wonder what it is all about? Ever sit at a desk or in the car and think that your life is filled with routine and meaningless effort? Ever think that all the work and all the frustration just isn’t worthwhile?
I have. Sometimes those feelings just come out of a sense of melancholy, a time when you are tired or down. Sometimes they indicate an increasing depression that can threaten to rob whatever life you can find in you.
So, I have something that makes me particularly thankful today. I am thankful that, in Christ, I have a purpose. Honestly, I don’t even need to know what it is. That’s not really the important part. What’s important is that there is a purpose for my life. The daily routine, the regular frustrations and work, the seeming fruitless hours of effort—they all have a point. Not that all those hours are somehow productive or right or good. Some aren’t. But the ultimate reality is that my life has a purpose, a part of my Lord’s good plan.
I know that Jesus looks on me and says, “Go ahead, get up. There is a reason for this day. Trust me to use you and your time for my purpose. I am glad that you belong to me.” He doesn’t have to tell me what it’s all about. I just need to know that it’s about something. And it is.