For much of my life, I searched for meaning. I longed to understand why I was here -- beyond my four little kids, past parental expectations, family responsibilities, or personal achievements. Have you ever felt the same way? Have you ever deeply sensed that your life was meant for more -- something greater than simply surviving, setting goals, or fulfilling societal roles?

At some point, almost everyone wrestles with these questions: Why am I here? What is my purpose? How do I step into my destiny? Is there a greater plan for my life beyond this existence?

If you ever asked these questions, you are not alone. These are not just philosophical musings; they are deeply spiritual and personal. They arise from an unspoken certainty embedded within our very being -- that the Lord created us with intention.

From before recorded history began, humans searched for meaning. The world offers many answers: status, success, self-improvement. Society teaches us that our purpose is something we must achieve, something we must optimize. Now, yes… we should plan and experience abundance in these areas. But could there be more?[1]

What happens when someone believes they have no purpose? What gives your life meaning?