I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. Psalm 37:25 (KJV)
From as far back as I can remember I was always on a journey to where and for what I wasn’t sure but bound and determined to get there. I felt like one of those toys that are wound up and with feet flying sat back down on the ground. I frantically scurried about stopping only briefly to change directions when encountering significant resistance.
I became a Christ follower as a teenager, and while that didn’t slow me down, I had a better idea of where I was heading. I had an insatiable need to know God’s word and studied diligently. I learned to use various study tools including the Inductive Study Method. Having a desire to ease the emotional suffering of others, I trained in Biblical Counseling. I was always searching for my place of ministry. The area where God had designed and equipped me to function already prepared and waiting for my arrival. Young and full of energy, I grasped each opportunity encountered vowing to ‘make a difference’ in my world. Unknowingly I set myself up for failure.
I was privileged to serve in several different areas and found each challenging and rewarding. Teaching, Writing, Drama, Counseling and even children’s ministry. I worked hard focusing all my efforts on the perceived destination. I was always sure it was where God had called me, however when met with resistance, I would refocus citing circumstances beyond my control for the change in direction. I suffered from disappointment and discouragement which only grew over the years never able to enjoy the present for I always lived for the future.
Today a grandmother in her seventies I look back over the years and realize it was never about the destination, it was all about the journey.