The silence squeezes my chest. My heart pounds harder with each calming breath.
This is not working, this fighting.
* * *
I sing the songs. “Where You go, I’ll go.” “If our God is for us, then who could stop us?” “You make all things work together for my good.”
I show up on Sundays. I lead service projects. I serve and fundraise and take care of the kids that God has placed in our family. I pray.
But I still fight God every day.
I pray for guidance that I ignore.
I pray for peace from drama that I stir up.
I expect more than a road map. I demand a freshly paved road.
But He gives me a direction and says Go.
He doesn’t say “here’s a brand new GPS loaded with the voice of Charlton Heston, and cash for gas and road snacks. When you arrive at this point on the map, you’ll arrive at your office and will have meetings for three days and here’s the agenda. And then you will return to your ugly but comfortable writing chair and sit in it and write meeting recaps.”
Nope. Just “Go south.”
It’s time to stop fighting. You are God. I am not.
What are you fighting against (that you know you should do)? Leave a comment…