It’s always a blessing when God speaks directly to us, whether it be through our circumstances, or a friend, through a pastor, or in that audible-but-not-audible voice He uses when He needs to get our attention, and no messenger but Himself will do.
Yesterday was Palm Sunday, and I didn’t have any expectations when Q and I went to church. I wasn’t looking for a sermon. I wanted to go, but I wasn’t wholeheartedly invested in the experience. This past weekend was a weird weekend for me. For one, I attended a cousin’s funeral on Friday. I didn’t know my cousin very well, and I met most of her children and grandchildren for the first time this weekend, but her death was unexpected. All those feelings that come with being reminded that tomorrow is not promised…I was feeling all of them after the funeral. On Saturday, I didn’t even leave the house.
So by the time Sunday rolled around, I hadn’t remembered that Quentin had planned for us to attend Hillsong Midtown for the first time. Mentally and emotionally, I was all over the place, but I got dressed and made it to church on time. The sermon was fine…the songs were nice…the prayers were great. But I didn’t understand why I supposed to be in my chair until after the service was over. The pastor who closed the service made some mention about the purpose of the Church, about sharing the truth we know about Jesus Christ and making a difference in the lives of the people we come into contact with in New York City.
And that’s when I realized that I’ve neglected my purpose.
I write The Feisty House because I believe that God has given me a gift for inspiring creative and entrepreneurial women to both see and reach their full potential. And you who read this blog, especially those of you who have read it for years, have created a really dynamic and supportive community that believes in this blog’s manifesto. But The Feisty House originally had another purpose: to serve as an opportunity for me to share what I know to be true about living in faith.
I haven’t written a post like this in over a year. I didn’t stop for any particular reason. But after hearing God speak to me in church today, I knew I had to stop neglecting my purpose and get back to the most important reason why I write this blog. So yes, while my weekend started with sadness and confusion, it’s ended with me gaining such clarity. I’ve been reminded why I’m here, and moving into my purpose with this first post has already brought me so much joy. I don’t say this on The Feisty House as much as I should, but it’s God who’s blessed me with this community. It is God who has given me this passion for sharing inspiration with other women. It is God who blesses me with every good idea. It is God who gives me the strength to come home after working all day and find the time to work some more on this blog and all its projects. My relationship with God is an amazing, fulfilling, edifying, revitalizing part of my life, so why wouldn’t I want to share something so wonderful with all of you?
I can’t thank God enough for showing up in my life this weekend. It’s amazing when God pays attention to us. He’s that invested in our well-being. He’s familiar with all of our needs and goes out of His way to meet them (even when we’re unaware of what our needs are!) As we start this new week, I pray that God would show up for you in a spectacular way!
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