Summer nights.

Sitting on the porch in the dark.  Listening to night sounds.

The crickets.  The tree frogs.  The distant hoot of an owl.

The birds are quiet.  Tucked away in their nests for the night.

One traveler, a migrant on his way to another region, sleeps in an upper corner of my porch.

The lightening bugs blink on and off as they wander about in random flight.

All of the creatures of the night perform a symphony of wonder doing what they were created to do.

In the morning when darkness fades into light the birds awaken in song, and the night creatures cease their chatter.

As I sit on my porch I marvel at the order of nature and how each created thing, however small, is doing what God created it to do.  So here I sit, seeking the same fulfillment of purpose.  And the contentment that comes with that.

David, song writer, musician, ancient king of Israel, describes the marvelous creation of each human being this way:

You created my inmost being: you knit me together in my mother’s womb; your works are wonderful, and I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

(Psalm 139: 13-16)

Friend, join me on this journey to find your singular, special, all original purpose in life. You don’t have to sit in the dark wondering what you were created for.  You have an eternal purpose.  You and I are part of the symphony.