Sometimes I wonder if every teenager passing into adulthood has the exact same struggles I did. Okay, time to be honest— the exact same struggles I still do. Not outer struggles (the only gang I’ve joined recently was fictional) but questions and doubts. About the future; about who I am and why I matter and what I’m here to do. Questions that no one but me and God can answer.
I gotta think this is fairly common. We’re standing at the edge of our old life and everything we were there, used to the security of not having questions nobody else can answer.
In that life, we thought we had it all together. We thought we were ready for this. But ironically, the truest test of real maturity is when you realize you’re an absolute baby and you really don’t have it all together. Any of it. The doubt and insecurity that comes with that can be absolutely crippling.
I think it was Mark Twain who said
‘There are only two days in your life that matter— the day you were born, and the day you find out why.’
Most of us have the first one covered. I think. I hope. 😛 If you don’t, we need to talk. And most of us start wondering about the second one when we hit fourteen; fifteen… nineteen…
It’s terrifying. Even for a professed ‘loner’ like me, the thought of stepping out and actually… doing something with my life is petrifying. It would be a lot easier if my calling had been something less radical— baking, for instance, or house-cleaning. Something everyone knows, approves of, and respects by default. Something ‘safe’. But it isn’t. I’ve been called to write. It’s a calling with a very clear objective— make a difference. Change the status quo. Challenge and encourage and rebuke.
Cue me over here in the corner wringing my hands and shrieking ‘For crying out loud I’m niNETEEN! Isn’t this for really wise, mature, older people who’ve weathered all the storms of life and are actually qualified for this???’
In such times of crippling doubt comes the apostle Paul speaking wise and painful words of wisdom:
‘Let no one despise your youth, but be an example to the believers in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity.
1 Timothy 4:12.’
*gulps* Okay, God.
You probably thought this post was going to be an exhortation, didn’t you? Discover your calling; know why you’re in the world and what you’re supposed to do, and pursue it.
Well, it isn’t. Most of us don’t know why we’re in the world and what we’re supposed to do until we’ve done it. The good news? We don’t have to.
There’s this thing called faith. God knows the end of our story. He’s writing it. But we all know how difficult it is to write a story when the protagonist is dragging his feet.
So if you’re looking for a sign, this is it. Wake up. Get out of bed, stand up, and be something. Maybe you don’t know exactly what, but whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might. God will use you right where you are. The first steps on the journey that leads to triumph are never the steps we expect.
You exist. You’re here for a reason. No life is a random accident. The same God who created every star in the universe also thought the world needed you.
He has a story written for you. Don’t wait to start living it until you know the ending. You don’t have to know the ending until you get there, as long as you’re willing to let Him write the script— and willing to follow it. Trust me. He’s the greatest storyteller in the universe. He isn’t going to mess up yours.
This is the sign you’ve been waiting for. Make a difference. Go. Get out there. Do it.