In the last year of high school, I remember the feeling that this was the season of life I would finally find myself. Cause that’s what you do in your twenties, right? Finally free of my parents’ restrictions and mandated class attendance, I’d finally be able to answer two plaguing questions: Who am I? and Why am I here?
I didn’t really know what the path to finding myself looked like, or how I would know when I got there, but I assumed it would feel like things fit. Afraid of missing out on all the exciting careers I could spend my life in, I tried on majors like prom dresses.
There was so much pressure. How was I, a 19 year old, supposed to figure out THE ONE JOB I would do for the rest of my life? After all, that’s what a calling was, right? A job I would do until I was 80 or something? This was not something I could afford to screw up.
One afternoon in my third year of college, doubts about my purpose and calling bubbled to the surface again. At my friend’s joking suggestion, I scribbled down several majors on scrap paper, threw them in a cereal bowl and then drew them out one by one.
I must’ve picked social work because two and a half years later, I walked a university stage in a graduation gown and received my diploma: a Bachelor of Arts in Social Work. To the chagrin of my parents and my bank account, it took five years, four majors and two schools to finally earn that degree.
In my last year of college, though, confusion struck again when I was offered a one-year internship in full-time ministry. Maybe ministry was my calling? I thought to myself. I raised financial support and tried out a stint as a “professional Christian”, but it didn’t resonate.
So back to social work I went. This time, I felt like I finally found my niche. I felt energized by connecting people with resources they needed and helping my clients discover their true value.
I wanted to be equipped to help people even more, so I went back for a Master’s and dove headlong into my goal of becoming a licensed therapist. I felt alive when helped people get healed and live a life full of purpose.
But then I turned 30. I realized I didn’t want to be a therapist at all. Seeing eight clients a day, back to back, trying to help them want to get better when they really weren’t ready to commit. The small amounts of therapy I did taught me I was a better coach than a therapist.
I was miserable. The past several years of my life had been focused on becoming a professional counselor, and now I wanted nothing to do with it. I was lost. It was back to the drawing board with my life mission.
Around the same time, a pastor I knew suggested I write a personal mission statement. I didn’t know how. I was terrified again, afraid to commit to those words, to confine my life and breath to one sentence.
I reached back into my history for common threads, things I knew I loved. I knew that orphans, people with no families, broke my heart. I knew I wanted to inspire people to discover their worth and value. So I wrestled and fought and finally wrote something down. In pencil, of course, just in case I never needed to change it. It went like this:
“I exist to introduce orphaned hearts to the Father and to motivate and inspire people to be who they are in God.”
Simple enough, but it gave me some direction.
About a year later, I finally owned a new dream, this time to be a writer and communicator full time. This goal fell neatly within my personal mission statement, which was a relief. I didn’t have to change it. Not yet anyway.
But I didn’t really know what to write about. So that was a problem.
A few months later, almost exactly one year ago, a book idea came. It’s called Dream or Die.
Dream or Die is designed to help people understand the value of dreams and how to recover and pursue the dreams in their own hearts. I’m still writing that book – it’s taking longer than I anticipated because during the writing process, I had to take a detour.
I learned while pursuing dreams is important, discovering and living our calling is even more important. Calling is the thread that ties the dreams together. The calling is what we do in the in-between, the gaps between the climatic dream moments in our lives.
I wrestled with God once again over how to define this strange and oft-misunderstood word: calling. Finally I got an answer: resonance.
We naturally resonate with certain people and hobbies and philosophies. We resonate with certain work, certain activities over others. Maybe there was something here.
I wanted people to know their callings, to be able to define the meaning of their lives, their purpose, with clarity and confidence. What if I could help them do that? What if it was related to resonance?
I thought about certain actions I resonated most with, and how those verbs always found their way into my education and work: connecting, educating, inspiring, communicating, nurturing. Then I took a big leap and made a statement of those words, my own personal mission statement:
“I am a woman who connects people to one another, communicates through writing and speaking to educate and inspire, and who seeks to nurture the dreams, gifts and callings in those around me.”
This felt right, true. And it passed the calling test: this statement was something I could do any time, anywhere, in any role. My roles and assignments will change often, but this was the part of me that wouldn’t change.
I crafted Called To Come Alive as a workbook with this theory of resonance in mind. I sent the book to a few people in my circle of influence to see if they had the clarifying experience that I had. They wrote back that they did.
The book was ready. Ready for you.
And here it is.
So today, Friday, July 11, the book is available for free download right here – no subscription necessary. I only ask that you share it with a friend. Think you can do that?
After today, Called To Come Alive will be a free gift for subscribers for the month of July. Starting in August, it will be available for purchase for $9.97.
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