Don't dare call me lucky!

Firstly, my apologies if this does not relate to you as it is a ranty blog post.


So today I am T-minus 7 days until I leave. No, that's not scary, but possibly frustrating. Mainly for one reason only. The closer I get to leaving, the more people I have asking me how I know I want to be a midwife and work overseas in that role. It has been and always will be God's responsibility for bestowing me with that privilege, honour and responsibility. Some people also have the hide (or make the mistake) of telling me I'm lucky that I know my 'purpose' in life. Let me assure you that the two words "lucky" and "purpose" have never worked together and I doubt they ever will. There is no said "luck" attached to the fact that I have been chosen to serve childbearing women. None what so ever. If you, for example wanted to bake a cake, you purposefully planned that this morning you would bake a double choc cake, where is the luck in that? Maybe in the way the cake turns out- it might not taste that great, it might not rise as much as expected, heck it might just be a dud. BUT the plan to go and make a cake was never "luck", it was "purpose".


Now I can imagine an rebuttle that knowing what you want to do with your entire life is a slightly more weighty decision than how to spend your morning. I agree. However we are all presented with choices. Life is one giant box of chocolates (not plagiarising that, I'll reference somewhere), and each chocolate is a choice. Just as choosing how to spend one's morning is a choice, so is choosing how to spend one's entire life. Sure I may have had a giant arrow in life to point me in the right direction, but that is MY blessing. Let me assure you, you have yours too. Many a time people have voiced that I am lucky to know my purpose. I call it blessed. I don't call that fact that you have an entire family that is committed to following the Lord lucky, that is an absolute blessing that has purposefully been given to you. I'm sure alot of people are long time Christians because of their parents. For me, knowing my purpose is pivotal, and I'm sure God is very much aware of that. When I struggle with my faith, I can't help but remember that without God I have no purpose, that if I was to continue along the path set out for me, without God, it would be empty. That is my blessing, there is no luck in it. Your blessing is there too, you might not realise it though...