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Calling

A calling…. Why do we always start with ‘a calling’?
Do we really believe we have only one?! How limiting.

I’m called to be a daughter of the King of Kings. I’m called to seek after Him and to turn from the world. 2Chronicles tells me if I humble myself before Him and turn from the world He will hear me in Heaven. Oh wow. What a simple ‘call’ to make. It requires only my willingness to participate.

A calling… not a job. Not work. Not one task or many. Something to live for…not to merely exist but to be as much a part of me as I am of ‘it’. What is my calling? Of course, I’m called to be His and to obey His commands. Then what?

What is my calling?
No, what are my callings?

To be rich in love,
To be filled with joy,
To allow the passion He created in me to flow freely under His Almighty hand that others may be loved!
To listen.

Ah, to listen. That is what callings are really about… I can not fulfill a call I do not hear. I can not live callings I do not know exists. Lord, help me see not as the world does, but as you do that I might be able to hear your call above all else.

Upon hearing the Lord God Almighty’s call, let us all know that some days there may be a single call to simply get up and try. Other days there may be many callings to live not with in the Earthly confines but in the parameters God meant for us to live by.

Callings…from the Creator of all things… to fulfill not as the world calls but as He would have me to.

*This is a writing prompt from Day 1 of a 31 day writing challenge. Writers are given a prompt and asked to write for 5 minutes without edit. Be kind in your critic.
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