I've been called. I don't know most days what that means. How to take it beyond that.
Called into the light, given the mind of Christ, called to do all for His glory.
But most of the time, I lose sight of this. Most of the time I feel like all I've been called to is being a mother and that I'm not even very good at that. Then I wonder if I was even called to that.
But the truth is my very identity is His. In Him. He called me by name. To be His child. And He knows me intimately, loves me grandly.
It's an invitation, an appointing. It's a daily submission, a daily seeking to figure out what all that means.
He calls me away, to come away from the world, to rest, to be with Him.
He calls me to serve, to help build His kingdom. To give of myself as He gave of Himself.
And I'm not great at that. But my name was called and the invitation is irrevocable. And as His child I know that He does not grow weary of me, He has hopes and dreams for me, He sees the future and the good. Where I am blind and tired and hopeless, I remember that I was called. I am called. And so I show up. Every day.
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