I was shopping with my daughter at Target the other day (my favorite store), she was sitting in the cart singing to herself as I was looking through the sales racks. All of a sudden she blurts out “mommy, why did God decide to give me a brother and not a sister?” I thought about it for a minute, and told her that God has a reason for everything, and we must trust in that. A woman shopping nearby looked up at me and said “you just made my day, I have been having a horrible time of it and you just made it all better!”

In her innocent way, my daughter reminded me how insignificant my current set of worries were. She reminded me that there is a bigger purpose to our lives, and I started thinking about my role in figuring out how best to use my time in meaningful ways. I keep getting stuck on that – people talk about ‘their calling’ but I am 42 years old and have no idea what mine is. What I am trying to figure out is, how do I figure that out? I read books, watch Oprah, have discussions with friends, but I still feel no closer to this that I did 20 years ago.

For now, I guess I will keep trying to figure it out –