🕵️The Purpose of Life
The Pause
Before you begin,
feel the day around you.
This day is not random.
It is womb.
It is breath.
It is God shaping you in silence.
You are being formed
even when you cannot feel the forming.
Reflection
What is the purpose of life?
Not achievement.
Not certainty.
Not getting somewhere at last.
The purpose of life is becoming—
each day a fresh stroke of the Potter’s hand,
each moment a quiet chiseling
into the image He has carried for you
since before time began.
Creation did not end on the sixth day.
It only paused long enough
for the Breath to enter dust.
And that Breath
is still speaking you into being.
Every sunrise is Genesis again.
Every sorrow shapes your contours.
Every joy softens what grief hardened.
Every surrender lets Him draw closer,
forming the Christ-life
within the clay of your ordinary hours.
We spend years trying to define purpose
by what we do—
the work, the calling, the dream,
the thing that will finally prove
we lived well.
But purpose is not a project.
It is a birth.
And births are slow.
And holy.
And mostly unseen.
You are being created in the image of God
not in one glorious moment,
but across the long tenderness of days.
Some days feel like light.
Some like shadow.
Some like undoing.
Some like rising.
But all of them—every one—
are the hands of God
shaping Christ in you.
This is the purpose of life:
To live from the One forming you.
To become the One who lives in you.
To awaken to the Seventh Day.
The Seventh Day is not the end of time.
It is the end of striving.
The end of imagining
you must complete yourself.
It is the day God rests
because what He forms
has finally learned to rest with Him.
When you live from that place—
from Christ alive in you—
you are no longer creating your life.
You are receiving it.
You are no longer chasing meaning.
You are becoming meaning.
You are no longer trying to be like God.
You are letting God be Himself
in you.
This is the Sabbath you were born for—
the eternal rest
where your life and His life
are no longer two stories
but one breath.
Under the Sun / Beyond the Sun
You rise each day
thinking you are unfinished.
But you are being shaped
by a Hand you cannot see.
Rest.
The purpose of life
is not to finish yourself—
but to awaken
to the God
who already holds you whole.