There once was a time when I held my dream job.
I loved going to work. I found satisfaction in my job and I couldn’t believe someone paid me to do it! Then I started having babies. Sweet, beautiful, kissable babies. My maternal instincts kicked in, and I wanted to be able to be at home with them more, so I backed down from my beloved position.
When I did that, I realized I found more than just satisfaction in my work, I had found my identity there too. I didn’t know who I was without this title to identify me.
I felt lost.
I realized, my work had become my due north.
It was what gave me direction and meaning in life. What an unbalanced compass I held.
I worked for the Lord; I gave Him glory for all that happened in my work. But still, my compass was off. I allowed something other than God to become my due north, and I got lost.
It has taken me several years to get my feet used to walking in this new path. And still they tend to wander, seeking something tangible to guide me. There are many good things to do, many great virtues to become, but there is nothing in this world that is stable enough to be my due north.
Only the unchanging Creator of this universe is stable enough to be my due north. When different roles tempt me, this phrase always keeps me on the right path: Don’t ever lose your due north!
Jesus, help me! Don’t let me lose my due north.
“For I, the LORD, do not change; therefore you, O sons of Jacob, are not consumed.” Malachi 3:6