For nearly seven years, I struggled with my purpose. I questioned the choices I made with my life. The choices weren't bad, but they weren't familiar either. I made the choice to stay home with my children and teach them. I made this choice after working my way through college so that I could go out in make a difference in the world. Oh, I questioned my purpose daily. I wondered if I made the right choice often.
We've been homeschooling for nearly a decade now, and I am glad that we started and have continued to stick with it.
A Google search defined purpose as "the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists". And currently, I can't help but to see my purpose as being a mother, teacher, and confidant to my daughters who I have been truly blessed to receive. Nothing tops this. Not in an idolizing way, but in a way that I can see a bigger picture past their childhood. Past this season of homeschooling. I see the choice that I've made will not only benefit them, but the future generations of our family.
My purpose is greater than me.