Daily writing prompt
What’s a book you never finished but still think about?
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Today’s prompt asks:

What’s a book you never finished but still think about?

For me, it’s The Purpose Driven Life.

At this point, I think the book has been trying to tell me something for 24 years.

And maybe the reason I never finished it wasn’t because I’m incapable of finishing a book.

Maybe I wasn’t supposed to finish it then.

Maybe every time it came into my hands, I was a different woman.

The woman who first received it in 2002 wasn’t the woman who found it again years later.

And that woman wasn’t the woman who opened that box of books this time.

I’ve lived some life since then.

I’ve loved.

I’ve lost.

I’ve raised children.

I’ve watched family grow older.

I’ve experienced beginnings and endings.

I’ve learned some things the hard way.

I’ve walked with God through seasons when I understood what He was doing—and seasons when I didn’t.

So maybe this time, I’m reading it with different eyes.

And I have to smile at the irony of today’s question:

“What’s a book you never finished but still think about?”

Girl… God apparently has a sense of humor.

Because maybe this isn’t really about a book I never finished.

Maybe it’s about a purpose I haven’t finished discovering.

And perhaps that’s why I could give the book away, lose track of it, move on with life…

and somehow the question kept finding its way back to me.

What is my purpose?

Some things we don’t finish because we’re done with them.

But some things we don’t finish because we’re still becoming the person who can understand them.

And maybe that’s what happened here.

Maybe I needed to live a little more before certain words could mean something different.

Maybe purpose looks different after disappointment.

After motherhood.

After loss.

After healing.

After learning who you are when the roles and expectations begin to fall away.

So this time, I don’t want to rush through it just to say I finished.

I want to read a chapter.

Sit with it.

Journal.

Question it.

Agree with some of it.

Disagree with some of it.

And let the book meet the woman I am now.

Because when I finally reach the last page, I have a feeling I’ll realize something:

The book wasn’t the thing that kept coming back.

The question was.

What is my purpose?

And maybe after all these years, I’m finally ready to answer it.