If you read my weekly column you’ll remember last week I wrote about feeling stuck in the waiting while trying to figure out Gods purpose for me here on earth. I have a friend I made while my husband was stationed in North Carolina, her name is Kendall. She and I have kids both close in age and we began our faith walk at Reclamation Church (Spring Lake, N.C.) together back in 2022. We quickly became good friends, she is one of those friends I felt like i’d known forever the instant we hung out. Her and her family have been one of the biggest blessings in my family’s lives. Spiritually she and I always seem to be on the same page and that in itself has been a blessing, It’s so refreshing to have someone I can speak to that also understands the multitude of feelings that come with trying to find figure out my divine purpose here.
Recently, most days it feels as if the only thing I can think about is my God-given purpose on this earth. Is it to excel in a career? To serve in my community? To lead in a grand way? Yet, with every passing day, a quiet but unwavering conviction grows in my heart, I believe that my divine calling may be found in the sacred work of preparing and equipping my children in their faith.
Parenthood is a divine appointment, a sacred stewardship. Our children are not merely our offspring but souls entrusted to us by God. We are not only tasked with providing for their physical needs but also with nourishing their spirits, shaping their character, and grounding them in truth. In an age where society is flooded with conflicting values and faith is often challenged, the home becomes the first sanctuary, the first classroom and the first church…