When Purpose Becomes a Person

There comes a point where purpose can no longer be carried as a concept.

No matter how refined the language,
no matter how faithful the intention,
purpose eventually collapses if it remains an idea to pursue.

Because purpose was never meant to be followed.
It was meant to be inhabited.

At the deepest level, purpose is not a mission, a calling, or an assignment.
It is a Person.

Until this is revealed, even devotion can quietly remain effortful.
Life may be sincere, obedient, and disciplined - yet still subtly strained.
Because something is being done for God instead of lived with Him.

When purpose becomes a person, striving loses its logic.
Direction no longer needs to be secured.
Impact no longer needs to be calculated.
Faithfulness no longer needs to be proven.

Christ is no longer the reason behind the work.
He becomes the centre from which life flows.

Here, purpose stops asking, “What am I meant to do?”
and rests in “Who am I abiding in?”

This is not withdrawal from obedience.
It is the end of self-authored obedience.

Life becomes responsive rather than driven.
Love becomes natural rather than strategic.
Presence becomes sufficient rather than preparatory.

Nothing dramatic announces this shift.
It settles quietly - like breath returning to its natural rhythm.

Purpose no longer needs a destination,
because it has found its dwelling place.

Not in outcomes.
Not in roles.
Not in recognition.

But in communion.

And from this place, whatever unfolds carries weight -
not because it is seen,
but because it is lived in Him.