Hello beautiful people A few days ago, I had a conversation with my boss, and her words carried the weight of deep reflection and regret. With a sigh, she lamented over the years she had allowed to slip away, years that should have been spent answering the call of God placed upon her life. She spoke of the many promptings she had received, divine nudges urging her toward the work He had set before her. Yet, each time, she found herself hesitating, offering reasons that seemed valid at the time.
She had told herself that such a great assignment required financial backing, funds she did not yet have. She worried about the human resources needed to sustain the vision, the overwhelming demands of family life, and the silent yet weighty expectations placed upon her by in-laws and society. The burden felt too heavy, the journey too uncertain. Like Mary in the Bible, she had asked, "How can this be?" But unlike Mary, she did not linger to hear the divine response, the assurance that the Holy Spirit would come upon her, equipping her with everything she needed. Instead, she allowed doubt, fear, and the distractions of life to delay her steps.
Now, standing at the threshold of old age, she sees the harvest field stretching before her, ripe and ready, yet she dreads the reality that much of the work remains undone. The prime of her youth, the strength to fast, to labor in prayer, to endure long hours of divine communion—has faded like the last glow of the evening sun. The once-vibrant energy she could have poured into her calling has been spent elsewhere, leaving her with the weight of unfulfilled purpose. Yet, despite the toll, she presses on, determined to give what remains of her days to the One who called her. She clings to the hope that when she finally stands before her Master, she will still hear those glorious words: "Well done, good and faithful servant."
As I listened, her words stirred something deep within me. I found myself confronted with the reality of timing—the understanding that God never calls us without also equipping us. He does not place dreams and burdens within our hearts only to leave us stranded. If He calls, He also enables. Yet, the difference between those who fulfill their purpose and those who merely survive lies in their response.
Life is not meant to be a random sequence of events, an endless cycle of days blending into years without direction. To truly live is to embark on a journey toward fulfillment, to pursue that divine purpose with relentless faith. Those who left a mark on history were not those who waited for perfect conditions but those who stepped into the unknown, trusting that the One who called them would provide the way.
A man’s life is a gift, wrapped in the fabric of destiny, waiting to be unraveled. Purpose is not a passive thing, it does not simply unfold on its own. It must be pursued, contended for, and walked into with unwavering faith. Time waits for no one, and delay can become the thief of destiny. The question is not whether there is something for us to do, but whether we will answer before the prime of our years slips through our fingers like sand.
