For as long as I can remember I wanted to fit in. Most times I felt like I was on the outside. By the time I was 15, cigarettes, alcohol and drugs were presented to me and I jumped right in. I knew in each case that I shouldn’t accept the invitation to “use” but, I did. My body instantly rejected each one of them, yet, that didn’t stop me. Those choices started what became years of abusing my body and my mind.
Like most young people, I had a dream. The pursuit of that dream died out after years of neglect. There was a purpose I was to live for but, the drive to be accepted led me down unhealthy paths.
Fortunately, I was saved from all of that. I’m on a new path now, one I’m living on purpose. The better my vision, the easier it is to say no to things that other people may want me to do. It’s also easier to see when the need for approval rears its ugly head. I can turn my back on that urge to please people. I know what joy is now.
Jesus lived on purpose. He knew where He was going and what He was ultimately called to do. He is our Savior and our model for living. Instead of seeking glory for Himself, He sought the glory of His Father. That is the place to be.
John 6:15 When Jesus saw that they were ready to force him to be their king, he slipped away into the hills by himself.