meaning of life

[tigerlily721]

What if God made it abundantly clear what your specific purpose was in life? What if He had it emblazoned in fire on an emormous tablet, "Angela, here is your purpose, my dear child: Yada yada yada..."(you get the picture) Would you be relieved? Thrilled? Motivated? What if this wonderful answer was not what you had hoped it would be? What if you knew without a doubt that the purpose you were to serve in life was far from glamorous, in fact, that it was downright miserable? Would you be glad still that you finally knew where you were meant to be?
I've heard that irritating phrase repeated over and over: "Bloom where you are planted," and I've wondered, "How?" I realize now exactly how Jonah felt when asked by God to go to Ninevah and preach gloom and doom. I am meant to be a primary caretaker of two wonderful children who happen to have autism. It's what God has called me to be. I'm not going to be a famous artist or world traveler. My world will always be the world of autism. After trying to run away in my mind from this truth for the past couple years, I realized that if I ever hoped to find happiness again, then I needed to change my perspective. Last night I got the same fortune with my First Wok meal that I've been getting for well over a year (I think God is trying to tell me something): "Your happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life."
So, I am changing my perspective. I am changing direction, facing the world of autism head on. I still think I will continue drawing. I need that creative outlet. Who knows? Maybe I can use this knowledge of drawing to teach my children how to "speak", expressing themselves through pencil drawings what they have trouble verbalizing with words.