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A Moment of Clairety

A moment of clarity can be defined as a time when you suddenly and vividly understand the meaning of a deep truth.  It's that moment when your vision becomes unclouded and you gain unprecedented focus. 

Peter Bloch said it this way:

"Moments of clarity are those occasions in life when small concerns and plans that had seemed important fall away in the face of greater truths."

Someone recently asked me to stop and think about my purpose.  What was I was placed on this earth to do?  Wow.  Talk about a tough question.  There could be numerous answers. 

  • Perhaps my purpose is to sing.  I love singing.  
  • Maybe my purpose is to be a great mom to my two little girls.  They mean the world to me.
  • My purpose might lie in my desire to learn and teach others what I've learned.  
  • I could also find a deep sense of purpose in my profession in higher education.
  • Or maybe my purpose is just to encourage those around me.

Then it hit me.  Like a ton of bricks.  I could almost hear an audible call.  

My moment of clarity was this:

God has placed you on this earth to be a light.  You have an ability to shed light - and clarity - on those around you.  Your name even means "giver of light."  Be a light.

What does it mean to be a light?  I have no idea.  But this verse of scripture came to mind:

"...let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." - Matthew 5:16

So maybe being a light is an abstract concept, but it's my goal.  It sounds like a challenge to find new ways to be a light every day, but maybe it's as simple as being faithful in the little things... like maintaining a spirit of joy in the midst of adversity, or giving a warm smile to someone who needs it most.  There are going to be times I mess up and stifle the flame, but I'll trust God to hold my hand through those times.  

My moment of clarity is what inspires me to share these moments with you.  Maybe in some way, they will become a source of clarity for you, too.  

I would encourage you to think deeply about your purpose.  Remember, everyone has a unique purpose, just like a fingerprint, that identifies who we are.  It's why you do what you do.  So ask yourself:

What has God placed you on this earth to do?

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