Sometimes life becomes so heavy that we don’t even know where to begin. The grief of losing someone we love. The strained relationships that leave us wondering how people from the same family can be so different. The pressure of raising children while working, paying bills, caring for aging parents, attending school, serving at church, and trying to hold everything together. And don't forget the doctor’s appointments. financial worries, the uncertainty about the future and T

For thirty days we have stood beside our cisterns. Together we have examined the cracks, removed the debris, faced the places of dryness, and invited the Lord into areas that needed repentance and healing. We have talked about fear, pride, shame, striving, distraction, bitterness, people-pleasing, false sources, divided hearts, and all the things that prevent us from fully receiving the Living Water God desires to pour into our lives. Yet repentance was never the destination.

This morning, after I had once again prayed to the Lord about this week’s blog post—which was already a week late—I took a break to read. In the book I was reading, the author was discussing purpose and calling. Immediately, I felt led to turn her statements into questions. The first question was: What work do I hope to produce for the Lord’s glory? The second question was: What do I envision God wants me to become? At my age, you would think I would have had an immediate ans