Maybe you once chose a calling. You worked years to get where you are. You are a woman serving women, tending other people’s babies–a doula, a midwife, a grandmother, a nurse, a doctor, a preschool teacher, stay-at-home mom, a therapist… Every day you pour your life into others, and sometimes you feel like you are the one doing all the giving. You wish that for the time when someone might love you the way you love all these precious ones you are called to serve. You wonder if what you gave up is worth the giving, because…wouldn’t life be easier if you didn’t care so much? But wouldn’t the world be a darker and more painful place if not for you?

Be faithful in your calling, because love looks a lot like work. Sacrifice sometimes looks a lot like loneliness. And faithfulness requires a lot of grit, tears, and strength that you didn’t know you had.

BUT, if you are one who hasn’t found your purpose, and your life is a string of days, where you crash at the end feeling like there is something more, listen!

There is something more.

There is a calling to embrace that for which you were created.

And that looks different for all of us. For me it looks like a the faces of 15 children, and the covers of 360 books. It also looks like a drive to North Carolina after a hurricane, and a visit to a hospital in El Salvador to give a wig to a woman with breast cancer, and singing Christmas carols to a group of ladies awaiting diagnosis, treatment or even death.

It’s rooftop, mountain tops, countertops and tank tops on hot days when the work is never done. It’s being a voice. Being a light. Being a source of hope. It’s a fight for freedom. It’s mucking out a house after a flood.

But most of all it’s hearing the words, “Well done my good and faithful servant.”

It’s recognizing today that the most important calling was the one to serve.