Accepting Your Life Purpose Before Birth

Annabel moved her hands inside the blanket.
"I am earth and air and fire and water," she said softly. "I come from the Dark where all things have their beginning."
- P. L. Travers

What if you decide your life purpose before you’re born? What if you announce that vow to God and your angel? But forget afterward? Do we live our lives yearning for that long-ago dedication? Wish for a way of life, and feel restless or unfulfilled until we choose to follow it?

I write short stories and a series of novels based on that concept. Ariels are intimate friends of our Holy One, and declare their individual gifts before birth, the specific service that will be offered in whatever world they live once they’re trained to recognize and develop it.

We’ll never remember what that declaration is, but maybe it steers our passions and hobbies and interests?

What’s your passion? What’s your hobby?

I must have promised to write stories and poems, since that fills me with delight and gives me a reason to run to the table with a journal and a pen. My niece is an Earth mother, and can soothe and encourage any soul she meets. Her house is a haven for everyone invited. I have a friend who walks her faith in service of those she meets. Do you bake or crochet or run or craft wood or sew or serve meals or lead prayers or comfort children? Do you heal animals or nurse the elderly or teach classrooms or create music or master an instrument? Do you program or design circuits or repair fuse boxes or build houses?

What skill or gift did you promise before you were born? And how do you know you’re living close to that dream? How? Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

Or are you ready for a change?

Give yourself permission to enjoy the vow you offered before your eyes were opened to the world you serve. Live your passion.