People often ask “how do we know what God wants for our life?”
I tell the stories about how my life has transformed into new depths of peacefulness as well as more genuine excitement and NO-FAIR!-awesome opportunities. New friends nod with some assumption that it’s always been that way. “What a nice life. You’ve done well.”
Nope. I’ve been rescued. Mostly from my self.
Constantly, even in our new life, my husband and I travel gravelly roads that challenge our focus and command our submission. We are deliberate in our letting go as we encounter the pressures of our flesh and blood, often grateful for nothing more than the faith to do so.
That’s where the miracles happen. That’s how we see. Together.
A year ago in this moment, I was in Yet Another Upheaval of my insides. Paths and people pulling me their way … while my heart knew the right path was OVER THERE.
There is thrill in leaping. I’m one who will knead the knowledge of a change or growth decision for some time, feeling it rise and take shape. In this particular season, I lived for months in the internal tumult before I snapped the chain.
It’s a good break.
I quit a great job. (uh, for the second time in my big-fat career.) I dropped to my knees and I set a new course for which I only knew the first few steps.
It doesn’t matter how you leap. Some people are addicted to leaping (I just might be one of them). Some of us never leap, but we know we “should.” I now know that leaping is part of my rhythm in hearing God’s voice on my heart. And it really helps when I participate in the rhythm that’s always calling inside me. I must listen and push forward. That’s the rhythm. Listen, trust, walk, let go of chains that are attached to the wrong voice, listen some more, keep walking. Don’t hold back.
Arms wide … c’mon and leap!