I find myself asking that question a
lot lately. Actually, I think God has been asking me that question a
lot lately. While I was on the Race I would have moments when I’d be
hugging a child in the gypsy village or praying ardently in an African
hospital that I thought my heart would explode with love. Though so
many days were hard, it was in moments like that I thought to myself,
I was made for this.
 
In
one of his songs, Jonathan David Helser wrote

“I was born to do great things. God is alive and he lives inside of
me!”
Not
only is He a living, breathing God, but He’s living and breathing on
the inside of me. Most times it’s impossible for me to grasp the
gravity of that…that’s kind of a big deal. So because God is great
and He does great things like it’s his nature (which, it is), when
He’s living in me He does great things with me. I really was made to
do great things.
 

 

 
I
was made to be a part of God’s kingdom coming to this earth. I was
made to seek His face with all of my being, settling for nothing less
than Him. I was made to love deeply. I was made to see Jesus
completely transform someone’s entire life. I was made to be a part
of miracles. I was made for community. Oh boy, was I made for
community. I was made to speak life and truth into people’s lives and
have them speak it into me.
 
And
when I’m not doing what I was made to do, I’m utterly lifeless. As
I’m continuing figuring out what I was made for and what that looks
like exactly, I ask you. What are you made for?