Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time I used to think I was born in the wrong generation. It would seem as though I was meant for a simpler time. A time when people made things by hand and had pride in a job well done. Intricate detail decorated every piece of architecture and showcased craftsmanship. A time when everyone had morals and a sense of respect. The world back then seems grander, more authentic, with the idea of hope still alive. A harder time maybe, but a time that was meaningful and honorable.

During that state of mind I would often wonder what kind of world my children would be raised in. Would it even be worth having children? Would it be fair to them to be brought into this dark world?  I now have 3 children and still ponder what the world will be like in the future. I can already see corruption that has infiltrated EVERY aspect of our lives. I can see the great falling away as more deny Christ. I often fear what this world is coming to.


Then I remember God doesn’t make mistakes. He placed my children and I exactly where he needs us. We are here and now because He has a job for us to do. What kind of work are you doing for the Lord? Have you given him dominion over your life?

Maybe Father has me here to raise Godly children. Maybe it’s for the seed I will plant next week or the stranger that needs a helping hand. I know I have a purpose and I strive to follow His plan. We are all here for a purpose. God has a plan for you too, you just have to open your heart and let HIM in.