It struck me. I hadn't really thought about it lately. Life has so busily been happening all around me that thinking about my "goal" hasn't really been at the forefront of my mind.
Depending on what life juncture I'm at I guess the answer could be a number of different things. Right now? There are little kids living at my house who need me quite literally constantly. I need to be available to them at a moment's notice, and if I'm not I need to have a stand in. Therefore, a huge goal of mine is to be a good mother and wife, to raise caring human beings, independent people, people who have a zeal for life and for their fellow mankind. I want to raise men and women who love God and who desire to do His will.
Prior to having children? I likely would have said to have children and/or to secure a career that I enjoyed and that was valuable to my community.
As a teenager? I wanted to find the right college and the right husband to live life with.
Post kids? I'm not even there yet.
I may hop around quite a bit looking for different hobbies to pick up. Admittedly, I will sometimes lament that I just don't know what God wants me to do with my life. There are times of sheer frustration over the fact that my days look the same from week to week and month to month. I feel the time ticking and I don't feel like I'm doing enough.
I guess sometimes our intentions don't have to be loud. Unfortunately, often I've been under the impression that in order to do anything, and to do it well that it has to be noticed. (That's hard to admit). The flaw in this logic is that it's not the splash that matters, it's the ripple effect.
People are touched in simple ways, remembering their Birthday, asking them how their interview went, smiling, bringing them flowers.
"But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you." -Matthew 6:6
I distinctly remember the first time I heard this verse. I was in junior high and one of the other kids in my Sunday School class had been asked to read it aloud. I remember at the time in my very literal mind thinking that it was so odd that people should be required to pray in secret. Everyone in church prayed - in the service. The pastor prayed - at the front of the church. But still, I remember attempting from that moment forward trying to keep my prayers hidden in my room away from prying eyes.
I know what it means now. Our goals don't have to be a huge production with confetti and a band playing in the background. In fact our target can be to just get through the day without yelling, to call that friend we haven't spoken to in too long, to clean out that bottom cupboard.
My goal? Well, there really are a lot. Ultimately though, to give God the glory He is due in everything. If my pursuit isn't in some way leading back to Him then it's not something I need to stick with.
Is this for me, or is it for Him? If I allow it God can really paint a picture with my life - one that I could never dream of alone. It won't be anything like what I have planned, but God is a much better artist than I am anyway.