Why Are You Here?

Imagine this:

You walk into a room—something like a conference room—and the second you open the door, everything STOPS.

The side conversations quiet.

The clicking pens freeze.

The eyes—every single one—lock on you.

It’s not warm or welcoming. It’s the kind of stare that says,

“Why are you here?”

That awkward moment when everyone knows…

you’re not supposed to be in this room.

I’ve been sitting with that feeling lately.

Not because of an actual meeting or physical space—but just in life.

Especially around my birthday this year, it crept in like a question I didn’t expect.

Why am I here?

I guess this is what people mean when they talk about a MiDliFe crisis.

But for me, it’s not so much a CrIsIs as it is this ITCH—

this aching curiosity that shows up in the middle of everyday routines.

I’ve been craving passion again.

Looking for meaning in the middle of the mess.

Trying to understand the point of all the things I’m responsible for.

And sure—yes, I’m grateful.

Yes, I know I’m blessed.

But I can’t help but wonder:

Is my life just about waking up, showing up, paying bills, meeting deadlines, rinsing, repeating?

If I’m still here, there must be more.

There has to be purpose.

Impact.

But where is it?

What does it even look like right now?

I’ve been coming back to my FAITH for that answer.

Trying to remember what the Word says, even when my feelings are unsure.

Ephesians 2:10 reminds me:

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

So maybe the better question isn’t Why am I here?

Maybe it’s—

“What good work has made itself availabe for me to do

TODAY…

and how can I show up for it even if I don’t feel all the way ready?”

Because the work and ideas come, but is it really me that's suppose to do that work?

Truth is, I haven’t figured it all out.

I don’t have a five-step plan or a glowing vision board right now.

But I’m trying to stay grounded.

Trying to remember that even if the room feels unfamiliar,

even if I feel out of place—

I was sent here.

On purpose.

For a purpose.

A Challenge for the Both of Us

I challenge you—yes, you reading this—if you happen to have any similar wonderings...

to take some quiet time this week.

Step away from the noise.

Breathe.

Re-center on your why.

Why are you here?

What impact are you being called to make… not five years from now, but right now?

Not when it’s all figured out, but in this exact season you’re in.

I’ll

be

doing

the

same.

Probably in prayer.

Maybe through journaling.

Maybe just in silence, with tears that don’t need explaining.

And just so you know—

Even if we don't have the full picture yet.

Even if we don’t know the exact impact our now brings..

Believe—when it is figured it out.

We will move like a force.

A whole wave.

A steady storm of purpose.

A walking answer to the very question we have been asking: Why am I here?

So if you’re in that space too—searching, stretching, unsure—

know that you’re not alone.

Let’s stay in the process together.

Because when the clarity comes?

Whew. The impact will be undeniable.

A Prayer for the Journey if you wish to join...

God, sometimes I walk into rooms and feel completely out of place.

I carry this question—Why am I here?—

in meetings, in milestones, even in the quiet moments nobody else sees.

But Your Word tells me I was created with intention.

You handcrafted me to do good things.

Not just to survive this life,

but to reflect You in it.

Help me to see the meaning in the middle of the mundane.

To be faithful with what’s right in front of me.

Even when the purpose isn’t clear,

let me trust that You are.

And when I feel uninvited, unqualified, or uncertain,

remind me:

I was sent here.

By You.

Amen.