It’s been a few weeks since my last post. Between the busyness of summer and waiting on the Holy Spirit to reveal what to write next, I found myself in a space of silence. I honestly tried to force a blog post during those quiet weeks, but nothing brought peace to my spirit. And I’ve learned to wait. I never want this blog to be filled with words I want to say. I want it to reflect what God wants to speak through me.

I’m aiming for a life of daily surrender to Him. That’s the heart behind this week’s topic: purpose.

I still remember hearing Dr. Myles Munroe speak when I was a little girl. He said something that never left me: “The cemetery is the richest place on earth.” It’s filled with dreams that were never fulfilled, books never written, songs never sung, ideas never lived out. That message stuck with me deeply and followed me into my early adulthood.

At just 17 years old, heading off to college, I felt this overwhelming pressure to figure out my purpose. I didn’t fully understand what “purpose” meant back then, but I knew enough to recognize it was my why. I didn’t want to just make money or build a life that looked good on paper. I wanted to make an impact.

But the truth is, I had no idea how.

I spent much of my college life anxious and restless. Sleepless nights weren’t just from the typical chaos of college life, but from an internal ache: Why am I here? What am I supposed to be doing? Everyone around me seemed so sure of themselves, while I walked around feeling lost. That confusion opened the door to depression. It’s a dark place to live, searching for meaning and coming up empty. I struggled. I struggled hard.

And maybe you can relate. Maybe you’re walking around right now with no clear direction, wondering, What is this all for? You might not even realize that what you’re missing is purpose. But purpose is what gives meaning to your mornings. It gives weight to your actions, strength for the hard days, and fuel to keep moving forward.

Eventually, I buried that desire deep down. I tried to go with the flow of life. It kept me afloat, but never filled me. And deep down, I still felt unfulfilled, like something was missing. I kept wondering, Why am I here? Does any of this really matter?

But here’s what I’ve come to understand. Our overall purpose is the same, to serve God. The way that plays out looks different for each of us, but the core is the same. When I embraced that truth, I finally felt peace. But only briefly. Then the questions started again: What does serving God look like for me?

That’s when a wise woman told me something I’ll never forget:

“Just live.”

She encouraged me to chase dreams, follow the desires God placed in my heart, and trust that as I move, He will guide. That was a turning point for me.

God can use anyone, anything, anywhere to fulfill His will. Our responsibility is simply to surrender.

What does daily surrender look like?

It’s talking to Him about everything.

It’s inviting Him into every decision.

It’s trusting that He’s directing your steps, even when the path feels unclear.

It’s spending time in His Word and getting to know His heart.

When we do that, purpose stops being a question and becomes a journey. It’s not something we find all at once. It’s something we walk out day by day, step by step, hand in hand with Him.

If you’re feeling lost, unfulfilled, or uncertain, know this: you are not alone. And you do have a purpose. One that’s bigger than you could imagine. Keep showing up, keep seeking Him, and keep surrendering. He will take care of the rest.

With love and grace,

The Whole Temple