The Depth of Purpose

We all know we have a purpose in life, whether it be your profession, being a mother, a daughter, an A+ student, a preacher, teacher, or just a positive role model in someone's life. Whatever it may be you know you have a purpose. Some of us grow up, not knowing exactly what our purpose for life is. I know I didn't, and I still question what my purpose in life is. Some of us look to God, others look to the world to figure out our purpose.

Me, I look to God. I'm a Christian. I grew up in a Pentecostal church, learned the golden rule, wore skirts, didn't cut my hair, etc. When I was around 7 years old I knew I didn't belong in this what I felt was a cultish environment. Not only because everything I did was a sin, but because I was looked down upon for every single thing I done. I started going to church with my cousin, and I loved it. It was a COMPLETELY different environment. These folks knew what being a follower of Christ was supposed to be like. I was surrounded with people who loved me, just because I was me. Before coming here, I have never experienced this and it was so great to know that I had people. As I grew older I made some dumb high school decisions, and even dumber college decisions.

January 17, 2015 a month before my 21 birthday, my life changed forever. At 4:30 a.m. I feel asleep at the wheel headed to work the 5-3 shirt at Wards. I was in school and working at the time so my schedule was hectic and I had just pulled an all-nighter. I woke up as I was loosing control but could not regain it. My car flipped 3 time I was ejected from the car and it landed on top of me. It took the fire department around 2 hours to lift the car up, pull me out and get me on the helicopter. Freak accident right? Wrong. This wreck was meant to change my life, and it did. I knew God was there, I felt him the ENTIRE time. From the time I regained consciousness until 3 days later when I walked out of UMC hospital in Jackson I knew he was with me. I lost feeling in my leg for around 2 month (nerve damage), got a tiny scar on my knee, and one on my back, but I had no broken bones, internal bleeding, nothing. I was FINE! I was fine.

The following weeks after my wreck I began to change. Something in me changed. I finally got my act together, go back in church regularly and then again loving atmosphere, loving people. It was like I was home again. I felt God with me everywhere I went. I smiled more, I even became more social. I had a new outlook on life. I discovered my passion for writing, and my only wish is to be a better person than I was yesterday. I don't know why God saved me yet, why he pulled me out of underneath that car yet, but one day he will show me, and on that day I will say yes. I will follow his order, and I will be glad in it.