Purpose

I drove by one of our small town Mexican restaurants last week and here’s what the sign said….

If I want a biscuit I go to Cracker Barrel.

Can I get an amen?

I’m a person that sees a message in things.

Things like signs.

I see signs in signs.

That makes me smarter than…well…no one.

To me, if a Mexican restaurant is serving biscuits, they don’t understand their purpose. Which is, of course, to be sure I have a constant supply of tamales.

I know my purpose. I am a wife and mother first. I am to manage my home, be a helpmeet to my husband and as a Christian….a friend to the friendless.

After that I will do for others. After my family’s needs are met. After I do what God has put right in front of me.

My purpose is not to please everyone. I can’t worry about whether people like me. I won’t be drawn into drama. I love my friends and neighbors dearly. I love the 6 of you that read my blog. But I know my first call. I know who I am.

Christian, wife, mother.

And…..I serve biscuits.

This will be reposted on my second blog.