An Amazon Princess

Purpose.

A loaded word.

It is defined this way:

"...the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists."

Do you have this? In your life I mean. Do you understand why you are here? Do you know why you were created?

I'll give you a hint, it isn't likely to be for drinking coffee and schlepping from one place to the next. While these may be avenues of your daily life, and to some degree it is true for all of us, this is not the intent of the design.

I recently watched Wonder Woman. And. Man-oh-man, was I inspired. I made a statement on social media that went something like this....

"Dang. I'm gonna be as tough as Wonder Woman one day. But I'd have to grow two feet and stop eating Big Macs. So. Yeah. Maybe Velma is more my speed."

I wanted to be her. Tough - physically and mentally. Beautiful. Tall. Quick. Smart. Sacrificial. Giving. Seemingly flawless character. The embodiment of perfection. A tool of the gods. Designed for a purpose.

I'm close to the opposite of Wonder Woman in many ways. I am not the image of physical perfection. I am not solely sacrificial or giving. My character is flawed. I'm not super quick, probably because of those delicious Big Macs.

What we do share, Wonder Woman and I, is this. We are both designed for a purpose. We are both a tool for service. (Now I admit, for the record, I'd rather we shared a little more of those vanity features, and character bonuses, but it is what it is. Can I just for a minute put my arms together and deflect bullets like an attractive badass? Like. One minute. Thirty seconds? No? Okay.)

My purpose is to serve God and others; for this, I was created. I find, however, that purpose is muted in the cacophony. I am not fulfilling my purpose; because I can't hear it over the noise of "living" which orders my agenda.

The problem, for me, is not knowing my purpose, but living it. How do I restructure to fulfill purpose but not add to the cacophony? I have many roles, and this seems to be one more to add. And I'm tired. I. Am. Straight. Out. Exhausted. By life. (Unlike Wonder Woman.)

I have set my course. I have reorganized, recharted, improvised, and started a new path. Might I say these are hard things for summer? This job is for January and not July. I think Wonder Woman just has the one role to evaluate so she can do it whenever she wants. Which is probably all the time. And perfect.

I hope I will be successful. For when my life is over, I hope to hear, "Well done, good and faithful servant..."

And here is where I will have Wonder Woman beat.....

One day Angela will enter heaven, where there are no wars, no tears, no pain, and she will live there forever as a beloved daughter of the King.

It's best she know and fulfill her purpose.