“Why was I even born?”
It’s a question I hear now and again. Matter of fact, I’ve heard myself ask it in years past. The years when I lacked identity, lacked hope, lacked truth. All I could see was the dismal existence I dwelt within.
The story of Ester rings in my heart. Being of another people, she had no mother nor father, but an uncle cared for her. When the king of the land began to look for a new queen, she came to his attention and was chosen to be queen. Her heritage of belonging to another people did not seem to be of question at the moment.
Soon disfavor found her people and they were all to be put to death. The uncle who had raised her in his own house came to speak to her. He asked her to intercede with the king in hopes of finding favor for their people, that lives would be spared. She knew her life would be in danger to go without summoning before the king.
Her uncle reminded her, although her life may be spared in the short term, in the long run she would still find demise. He sealed his words of wisdom into her heart with, Est 4:14 “For if you keep silent at this time, relief and deliverance shall arise for the Jews from elsewhere, but you and your father’s house will perish. And who knows but that you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this and for this very occasion?”
I don’t question anymore why I was born. I know. I know the timing of my existence has importance and I play a significant role to others around me. Where it may cost me my comfort and even my life, I must lay down my agenda to exist for my own purposes and choose the higher calling. I was born for such a time as this.