Just months before I would receive my Bachelor of Science in Dietetics, I attended a convention in Indianapolis for registered dietitians. I was seeking to explore my future career, maybe get to know my people. Today, thirty years later, the only thing I remember from the day (weekend? week?) is skirt suits. There were skirt suits everywhere. I don’t remember a single lecture, display, person or room. Just skirt suits. I did learn something, but not from a presentation. I heard it in my gut, which announced: Sweetie, this is not your scene.
It wasn’t really about skirt suits. I had known the truth somewhere deep inside, long before the convention. The suits just caught my eye and, by the hundreds, waved a warning like a black flag at the Indy 500: Proceed to the pit and speak to an official.
I wish I had stopped and listened to my heart, because the dream God put in me was there. I wish I had found my race before I went round so many more times. I can’t really win in a race I’m not even supposed to be a part of. I can’t serve God with jobs He never gave me to do. He set me here with a purpose. Everything else is just spinning my wheels–expensive wheels, on a fast, shiny impressive car that’s not even in the race.
When I walk with God, know His word and humble myself before Him. Daily He reveals my purpose and puts me on the right track.
As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. 1 Peter 4:10
Meeting God at the Park 