Tag Archives: Purpose

That reason to get up

“The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O Lord, endures forever—do not abandon the works of your hands.” Psalm 138:8



He made James faithful and John devoted,

Timothy proved loyal and Peter emoted.

Martha got it done and Mary took it in,

David grew heart-broken, and Paul determined.


He created Moses a leader and Ruth a follower,

Joseph rose a dreamer and Esther an interceder.

Each one granted a purpose to fulfill,

These heroes, the faithful, who do his will.


Each of us has a purpose to fulfill. It’s that reason to get up in the morning. May we all find it, or die searching.


At potter’s wheel

“For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.” Psalm 103:14



Here I sit, a pile of dust,

Bending to the potter’s touch.

From inside out I yield,

Fightings within—stilled.

Living water, beget me fusible,

Shape me into a vessel…usable.

May something beautiful churn,

From the wheel’s steady turn.

Remember always that I am just,

A pot created simply of dust.


Unplowed ground and a packet of seeds

“…Break up your unplowed ground and do not sow among thorns.” Jeremiah 4:3


The days go quickly, the years fly by and we will not always have ground to plow. Opportunities come in windows of time that will eventually shut. Once open, soon-to-be-closed doors, will be sealed at some point.

Unplowed ground is a nursery waiting to happen—a field intended for growth. If unplowed ground sits dormant, it’s a grief of the saddest kind: the grief of what could have been. Purposes sit untilled. Precious gifts and talents remain tucked-away. Potential dries up and plans are sadly wasted.

Unplowed, never productive ground, weeps for seed to be sown. Seed to nurture. Seed to surround with warm earth-loving arms and unseen life-needed nutrients.

Has he given me land that’s just sitting there—unproductive for his kingdom? Has he given me a packet of seeds collecting dust on the shelf?

Show me, Lord. May every inch of ground and every tiny seed be used for your kingdom purposes.

“Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms.” I Peter 4:10

“Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back…” Isaiah 54:2

A new song

He has given me a new song to sing of praises to our God…” Psalm 40:3

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Knowing Christ adds a whole new dimension to life. As the beauty of his truths grow in clarity, old thought patterns and beliefs fade away. There’s a new song rising in hearts open to Him.

This new song sounds different. It speaks of love that conquers and peace beyond all understanding, of no condemnation and comfort for the soul. It speaks of life filled to the brim and deep purpose—a higher calling for which to live.

Let the new song ring loud and clear. Let the old song be drowned out by strands of joy and peace, of hope and love eternal. Let the old song of fear and regret be silenced. Forever.

Lord, sometimes the old song threatens to take over. Let it be silenced. And as the new song swells may it drown out the old refrains. And may a song of praise ever rise to you.

Off the shelf

“…It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial.” John 12:7*


Did Mary have any clue that the perfume she owned was intended to anoint the Lord? What motivated her to pour it on His feet? Her gesture was nothing short of beautiful.

I can only hope that I would be so ready and willing to let go of my valuable possessions if the Lord needed them for His purposes.


When it’s time to let go

of expensive perfumes—

valuable treasures

collecting dust on the shelf.


Find my heart willing

to pour them all out

at the feet of Jesus—

for purposes beyond self.


photo and poem by Patty Perkins


*The One Year Bible, NIV, May 21, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Pubishers, Wheaton, IL.


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A life is a book

“You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” 2 Corinthians 3:2-3*


As eyes skim

to find a good read —

may my life

be open to share.


As hearts wait

with pages to fill —

may heaven’s ink

spill there.


photo and poem by Patty Perkins


Hearts are made of pages…places to write God’s love. Some hearts are ready and willing to receive a good word. Others bear graffiti — longing to be doused with a bucket of mercy and grace. All the while reaching for purpose and longing for more.

A man-made book won’t last forever. Time will see to that. But a heart is eternal. Forever. And the quality of that life, the ultimate destination of that soul, can be affected by someone pouring in some good ink. Encouraging them in a way they can eventually pass on to other human hearts. To share their book. Their life.

We were all meant to be authors…to influence another life. To write on lives by sharing ours — from one generation to the next.

So go ahead. Start writing.


*The One Year Bible, August 29, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

Mindful of you

Psalm 8:3-4 “When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?” (NIV)*

The Sky at Night

The Sky at Night (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When heavens stretch far,

farther than eye can see,

I wilt into a speck–

smallness wrapped ’round me

like an invisible cloak.

In a poof, I vanish–

blown away by mere breath,

leaving a measureless pinhead spot.

How could your creator thoughts ever

be drawn to this dust particle

swirling in light’s beam?


Yet, because you are mindful,

I have value–

God-given worth

confirmed by Savior’s blood.

Eternal significance and purpose

born of the Holy Spirit.

If not for you I would fade–

disappear into thin air.

This is all God; this is all true–

shining big through small.


I lift hands to the heavens,

fingertips touch those

that dotted the night-time skies.

Head, tilts up

to the one who looks down–

awestruck with wonder

that he put that face on the moon.

Oh, feet stand firm

on the solid ground of his word.

Let that invisible spot

be brush stroked with his life–

Color-filled with purpose.


by Patty Perkins


And child, be secure. Be at rest. I am mindful of you.


*The One Year Bible, July 10, New International Version, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.