What is your vision for your life?

Have you ever asked yourself that question? What is your vision for your life? Do you have a vision for your life? Are you just floating down the river of life?

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I don’t know that I had ever thought of that until a couple of years ago some friends were choosing their word for the year. I gave it some thought and chose the word ‘purpose’, painted a cute little sign with that word on it, and put it on my desk. As things changed over the years (kids growing up, moving, changing jobs, being away from friends) I discovered that I really didn’t have a purpose. I have a grasp of the BIG picture, but what were the details of my life going to be that were a reflection of having a purpose?


pur-puhs ] (dictionary.com)


the reason for which something exists or is done, made, used, etc.an intended or desired result; end; aim; goal. determination; resoluteness.

verb (used with object), pur·posed, pur·pos·ing.

to set as an aim, intention, or goal for oneself.to intend; design.

verb (used without object), pur·posed, pur·pos·ing.

to have a purpose.

I liked the idea of having in mind the reason that something was done, made, and used. Would changing my thinking about intended outcomes and desired results change how I felt each day? Certainly I wanted more than just getting up everyday, going through the motions, and repeating it all again the next day. I was ok with the mundane if it had a greater purpose.


So, instead of getting caught up in the diapers, dishes, and dinner routines of life as simply being routines, I decided to think about each routine’s purpose was. (Is that a dangling participle?) Changing diapers became one on one time loving that baby, singing, smiling, doing early literacy stuff (yep, that’s a thing). Dishes was an opportunity to be glad that we had food to eat, to work together with my littles playing with bubbles, counting, storytelling, laughing (this was back before I had a dishwasher). And dinner, although I never have enjoyed cooking, was a time to talk about our day, learn more about each other, and laugh about funny things that have happened. (The last one is still a favorite and my kids are almost all grown.) With those opportunities in mind, life became more than drudgery!!

My Vision

Yes I was a stay-at-home mom who mostly lived in sweats and t-shirts, but I was loving, teaching, and strengthening a few of God’s children in our home, preparing them to do the same (or whatever they chose). My vision was that my home was/is a refuge, a classroom, group therapy, a library, an urgent care center, a clean comedy show, a place to relax and be one’s self. A place to share emotions and learn how to handle them. A place to ask questions, stretch one’s wings, to catch each other when we fell or messed up. My vision is that all my chicks feel comfortable and want to be at home. That I can give them as many tools as I can to help them be adults.

And once I had that vision…

Nothing was quite as ordinary or routine as it had been before. And sometimes I miss the days when we didn’t have a dishwasher. (Sometimes)

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What is your vision?

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