I Thought I Was Supposed to Know My Why

Lately I've been thinking about purpose.

People talk about finding your why all the time.

We're taught that's what we're supposed to have.

That's what drives us.

That's what gives us energy.

That's what gets us out of bed every morning.

That's the reason we do what we do.

So I tried to find mine.

I sat down more times than I can count.

I went on long walks.

I went hiking.

I spent a lot of time thinking about it.

"What is my why?"

Nothing.

I never found it.

I prayed about it often.

I genuinely wanted to know.

I asked God more times than I can count to reveal my purpose.

And for a long time...

I felt like I never got an answer.

Looking back, I don't think it was because I didn't have a purpose.

And I don't think my prayers went unanswered.

I simply wasn't ready to hear it.

Or maybe... I had heard it all along. I just wasn't ready to believe it.

I probably would have thought...

"That's it?"

I was expecting something bigger.

Something groundbreaking.

Something that would completely change the direction of my life.

Instead...

The answer was incredibly simple.

And incredibly profound.

When I was younger, I just went to work.

When I got older...

I still just went to work.

The job changed.

The titles changed.

The goals changed.

Sometimes it was helping a family buy a home.

Sometimes it was building a branch.

Sometimes it was growing a market.

Sometimes it was chasing production.

Sometimes it was business plans, income goals, and asking myself why I wanted the next level.

If you've ever spent time in personal development, you've probably heard it.

"Why do you want more?"

Then...

"Why is that important?"

Then...

"Why does that matter?"

Until you're supposed to uncover this life-changing purpose.

The truth is...

I never could.

Because I think I was trying to manufacture a why instead of recognizing one.

Then one day...

It hit me.

Or maybe...

It found me.

I realized something.

It never mattered what I was doing.

It mattered what I was doing for someone else.

Helping a family.

Helping a Loan Officer.

Helping a leader.

Helping a neighbor.

Giving someone a ride.

Building something.

Fixing something.

Listening.

It honestly didn't matter.

The common thread had always been there.

I had just never noticed it.

My why isn't mortgages.

It isn't leadership.

It isn't recruiting.

It isn't building businesses.

My why turned out to be much simpler than I ever expected.

It's simply helping people by listening and meeting their needs.

That's it.

Everything else has just been the vehicle.

Looking back...

I don't think God was silent.

I think He was patient.

He wasn't waiting to reveal my purpose.

He was preparing me to recognize it.

Thank God...

Something so simple...

Could turn out to be so powerful.