Today is my 43rd birthday, shameless plug, and I am wondering why I was born.  No really, have you ever wondered why you were born.  I believe that God created all and everything including us.  I don't believe a one cell thing one day "decided" to grow arms and legs, but that is not where I want to go with this post.

So just suppose there was a reason you were born, a reason you were created.  No really, stop reading and think about that for a moment...

Would you live differently, would you treat people differently and wouldn't you want to understand why you are here?  And that my friends is the journey.  A journey that you and I are on to discover who we were meant to be.  Who God meant when He meant you and me.

Here is the deal, the only way you can discover this is to ask the Creator.  Like clay He formed us and is constantly shaping us into who He wants us to become.  BUT we must continue to be pliable to him.  Open to His ways and willing to go where most people won't go.

I want to know why I am here, and I hope you do as well.  I pray that you do.  Just Ask...