“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Recently, I have been having, for the lack of better wording, snippets of dreams questioning my “purpose of life”. The dreams have been short in duration and enough to wake me and make me question, in the wee hours of the early morning, where did THAT come from?
The dreams usually have me standing in an all white “space” talking to another man, that I don’t know and can’t even describe. I am being peppered with questions about the “purpose of my life”. He then walks away, and I believe I hear him say, “don’t you know anything about miracles?”
I grew up believing and still believe in God. I believe that God created each of us and has a plan for each of us. As I have contemplated this a lot over the years and even more so soon after my life saving heart transplant, I continue to believe I was saved for some reason. That my “purpose” has not been completed yet. That God still has a plan, a task, a destiny for me.
When the “entity” in my dreams asks “don’t you know anything about miracles?” I wasn’t sure if that was a rhetorical question, or a sign of guidance, or simply gibberish from a cloudy mind in the middle of the night.
As I was thinking about “life’s purpose” and “miracles” …. perhaps they are intertwined. Maybe we touch people in positive or even negative ways in life that we never realize that helps shape them, or touches them profoundly ……. yet we aren’t aware that we’ve done so. A series of small miracles, perhaps?
Every day I think about the hero in my life, that person that when they died, I was the blessed recipient to receive their heart. Maybe they made the decision to be an organ donor years before, or the family made it during a horrific period as a loved one passed away. Regardless of how or when the decision was made, it turned into a miracle. Was I the only person that my donor touched during their own lifetime? I highly doubt that …. I’m sure he or she touched many people’s lives during their own lifetimes, and maybe didn’t realize it and didn’t know that as they were taking their last breaths, they were still touching the lives of others and performing miracles.
So, maybe our purpose here, in this existence, is to perform miracles, for us work God’s plan ….. not for ourselves, but for others?
“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!”
~ Romans 11:33
I don’t believe that everyone will be the God-given hero that will dash into a burning building and save women, children and puppies. Nor will everyone save lives through organ donation. But, I believe that we all have a purpose here. We all have a destiny. We all have our life’s path here and I believe we have to actually “live our purpose”, all the while, unbeknownst to us, creating small miracles that touch the lives of others.
Maybe it could be as small as your smile to a stranger that helped turned their day around and that person went on to accomplish some great deed? Maybe it’s the words you speak to someone today that they remember and it sets up a string of events later in life that creates a miracle that you’ll never be aware of?
So, what is your purpose? What is your destiny? What miracle for someone else will you be a part of?
Will I ever be able to do something as incredible as saving a life like an anonymous person saved mine? Will I ever run into that burning building to save others? I don’t know, but I think my own destiny, my own purpose is to strive to touch others, to help others achieve their destiny. To help others live and thrive and prosper. I know that brings an inner peace to me.
Not what I can do for me, but what I can do for you!
And, it is quite possible I’m asking the wrong question about what is my life’s purpose. Maybe the question should be ……. “WHAT IS GOD’S PURPOSE FOR MY LIFE?”
“The purpose of life is a life of purpose.” ~ Robert Bryne