It only makes sense that we would find the greatest sense of purpose and fulfillment in the hands of the person who made us.
I look back at everything that I’ve ever done in my entire life and the instances where I found the most delight is in serving God. I mean really, I can go around trying to find purpose and fulfillment in an activity or something fun, if you will. But nothing will ever suffice. All things were made for a purpose, certain chargers for certain phones, certain clothes were made to fit certain people and so on. Yes, sometimes things can be used in multiple ways to satisfy a need but it is the most effective when it is used for the very thing it was designed for.
I was made for my maker, as is everyone. It isn’t some religious cliche. Or some religious statement. It is logic. It is fact. It is truth. To say otherwise would be to ignore the fact that all things were made with a purpose. If all things were made with purpose, could one really think that a maker would make such a complex being such as ourselves and not find purpose for it? That makes no sense. No one creates anything without a specific purpose. And nothing or no one is in a better place than when it is functioning in its designed purpose.