Chapter 1
In a world full of noise, chaos, and restless hearts,
I search for You.
In crowded streets where voices collide,
my soul whispers Your name.
In a silent room heavy with thoughts,
You arrive before fear does.
On slow Saturday mornings,
when my body stretches and my mind grows still,
I feel You between my breaths.
Words are too small to hold You.
Language trembles trying to explain
what my spirit already knows.
In every calamity,
when storms shake the ground beneath me,
I do not run —
I look for You.
(My purpose)…
I keep chasing You through questions.
Why am I here?
Why this life, this air, this beating heart?
Why love me, Lord, when I am still learning who I am?
What am I meant to build?
Who am I meant to become?
Will my future recognize me
when I finally arrive?
Lord… why am I here?
In quiet observant places,
where even thoughts grow tired,
I whisper You into the silence.
On the edge of a cliff,
where fear meets faith,
I call Your name
and wait for the echo.
The sun rises —
and I wonder if that is You
reminding me
light always returns.
The moon glows softly —
and I ask,
is that You watching
when I feel unseen?
And then…
No thunder.
No loud voice from the sky.
Just peace.
A gentle knowing.
A warmth in my chest
that says:
“You are here
because I chose you.”
Maybe my purpose
is not something I chase —
Maybe it is Someone
I walk with.
And maybe
finding my purpose
was never about discovering a place…
But discovering
You
were with me
all along.
Let the winds question me.
Let the mountains test me.
I am no longer afraid of tomorrow.
For the One who formed the stars
formed me with intention.
And if You placed breath in my lungs,
then surely
You placed purpose in my bones.
I walk forward now —
not searching…
but chosen.
