I can remember being a young teenager, up in my attic bedroom with the lace curtains.  A lot of time was spent sitting on my bed, staring out that window to the fields and mountains beyond wondering WHAT my purpose was.  I fully knew that God created me for a reason, but I couldn’t understand what he wanted me to do with my life.  I was so busy trying to think my way to finding God’s purpose for my life, that I had immobilized myself.