I have a new best friend. Let me introduce her to you. Her name is Margaret.

Marge thinks like I do.

Margaret understands that some people don’t have answers for that question.

Or maybe they do…maybe they’re just answers that don’t make sense to anyone else.

Maybe they answer that question like Michael J. Fox, “I have plans to do amazing things with my life, I just don’t know what they are yet.”

But, if you believe that God is who He reveals Himself to be in nature, and in people, and in the Bible, then that’s okay, because He does. And if the infinite Creator of the Universe who reaches down to give me the intimate joy of a nice breeze and a bluebird in the backyard knows what He has prepared for me to go out and tackle, I don’t think I need to know what the rest of my life looks like.

And maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe that’s the answer of all answers. But, sometimes we don’t like that wildness, that un-tamability in life. Maybe that’s why when I’m at the zoo I get irritated with middle-aged women that make kissy noises and say, “Here, kitty kitty…look at the sweet little kitty” to full-grown pumas and tigers that in reality would rip their faces apart for doing that in their natural environment. We don’t want wildness in our lives anymore. We don’t respect it. You can see it if you look around, just try it. It’s everywhere, this hoping that wildness doesn’t seep into our lives, and thinking that really, wildness, is kind of…immature.

Anyway, I like Margaret’s book. As she says, “What the heck am I going to do with my life? isn’t a safe question, but it has the power to awaken dormant dreams and silent desires. It has the ability to both compel and propel us to fulfill our lifelong calling and purpose. And that makes it a question worth asking.”

Personally, I like this cover better: