Just before we stopped writing for the summer I left you guys with a bit of a …cliffhanger.
I outlined the proverbial “fork” that I had come upon along my faith journey, and described one of the options that had been shown to me.
So – do you want to know what happened? Sure you do!
I spent a LOT of time thinking and praying about it. I talked it up to a lot of folks I know to guage their reactions. I quizzed my girls to see what they thought of the idea ( because obviously a 5 and 2 year old must hold great insight into this situation).I talked it over with hubby, which went exactly as I had thought it would, No new insights.
And then I heard this. It’s a sermon that was, coincidentally, preached at the church I was thinking of leaving by the man who would be pastoring the church plant I was thinking of joining.
The whole sermon was great (and is worth a listen ladies), but there was one part that hit me in the gut, and has stuck in my mind and heart.
“It’s not about what’s best for your family. It’s about what is best for God.”
The only struggling point I was having with joining this church plant was that I knew it would be a huge stress on my family. My girls had finally gotten comfortable at the Church we were worshiping at, and my husband would find this whole prospect weird and terrifying. The thought of inviting others in, and sharing a meal with current strangers every week would hurl him acres away from his idea of an ideal situation. Yes, this decision certainly has the power to cause huge discomfort in our little family, and will quite likely lead to many a marital issue.
But I could hear God, and I could feel God saying “What else do I need to show you? Why won’t you do this for me?”
You see, I believe that God has been working this Church into my life from the time I was in my teens.
Many of the other people involved in this have been woven in and out of my life’s fabric.
It is not by chance that we bought our first and second homes in this neighborhood. I told God, and my husband, “No. I do not want to live there.” I moved to another province to avoid ending up here. And yet – here I am. God has had his hand on every decision that has landed me here. He has used incredible people to keep me with Him – to keep leading me here.
And I want to day “no” because it’s going to make life a bit difficult for me and my family? Really? Honestly, I’ve done it before. I have completely ignored what God has asked me to do in an effort to keep things comfortable and secure for my family. It seemed easier. How could God ask me to do something that hold such potential for problems?
Well, because He’s God. He knows better than me.
And so I said yes. Yes I will work in this neighborhood that I now love, to point to Jesus and the incredibly faithful God that I serve. Yes, I will put my family in a situation that is not comfortable, or easy, but that is where God wants us to be.
It will only by God’s strength that I can do this. It will only be through prayer that I am able to keep going.
I am so terrified. I am so excited. I am so blessed, and so loved, and I can’t wait to share that with my community.
And, I guess my family is along for the ride. As long as I keep letting God drive, I think we’ll be alright.