If you look around the world today, it is, more often than not, a bleak place full of violence and hatred. Turn on the news and most of the headlines lament over wars and murders, missing children and negligent parents. If you look around the world today, you’ll see it is in desperate need of hope. However, hope is not found where we often think it is. Hope does not come from our politicians, nor does it come from riches and fame. It is not found in knowledge, or even in a lover’s embrace. Hope is found instead, in living up to our calling.
But how can I know my calling? It is a question that every human since the dawn of time has wrestled with at some point or another. However, I found when I wrestled with it in my depression, one answer became clear. The meaning of my life is to glorify my God with every tool He has put at my disposal. I glorify Him by showing His love to all with whom I come in contact and living my life so that Christ is exemplified, not me. I found God gifted me musically, and so I use my gifts to honor Him. He gave me a passion for people, so I love them unconditionally. I’m going to college so that I can enter into ministry and impact lives for Christ and, God willing, give the world the hope it so desperately needs… one person at a time.