This is one question I’ve been asking God: How do I need to “step out of the way?” Where am I guilty of “blocking sunlight?” I’m seeking to know what things need to be removed from my life because they do not glorify Christ.
I’ve often been guilty of being “excess clutter” that hinders people from getting a good look at Jesus—because I’m in the way.
He’s also been calling me to not only “step out of the way,” but to step out in faith. To follow Him rather than stay comfortable. And it looks scary.
Stepping out in faith frightens me—but I don’t want to get in the way of what He wants to do—and that scares me more.
God has opened doors this year and is sending me to some unexpected mission fields and I’ve had to get on my face quite a bit to seek clear confirmation. He keeps reminding me of His call and His desire to spread the earth with His gospel.
He is calling me to a walk of faith where my trust in Him is without borders.
He reminds me that it’s not about my comfort. It’s not about what’s easy. Following Christ will include hard things.
And if I’m not willing to step out in faith, I’m standing in the way of what He wants to do.
Starting this week I’m going to have ten hard weeks.
Ten weeks of good things. Ten weeks of challenges. Ten weeks of broader ministry appointments. I’ll have opportunities for sweet fellowship, for meeting new sisters-in-Christ, for sharing the Word, for spreading the gospel, for seeing God at work, and on a personal note—the opportunity for receiving a new little gift of life from the Father.
In the midst of speaking engagements and travel, I’ll be spending a few weeks with my daughter as she brings her third little one into the world. That part of the ten weeks will be sweet (filled with lots of cooking, hugs from little ones, loving on my daughter, but short nights and long days).
I won’t be away from home for ten weeks, but scattered through that time, I’ll be in and out, serving. I’m confessing to you that when I look at it on paper it frightens me. It makes me want to run back to bed and pull the covers up over my head. I’m not a fan of heavy travel schedules. I’ve become quite a homebody. I love my church family and I hate to miss one single service. I love hanging out with my friends. I like to sleep in my own bed. I miss my husband terribly when I’m gone.
But what about the call to share the gospel?
What about God’s glory?
When I write out my reasons to stay in my comfort zone, it makes me a little nauseous. I’m so spoiled. It isn’t like He’s asking me to go to prison for the gospel. It isn’t like ten weeks is a lifetime of service!
When I start getting anxious and fretful, He is faithful to take me back to His cross, and I remember. I remember why I’m going. I remember what He called me to. I remember why every mile traveled is so worth it.
[box]And He was saying to them all, “If anyone wishes to come after Me,
he must deny himself, and take up his cross daily and follow Me.
For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake, he is the one who will save it.” (Luke 9:23–24)[/box]
If the Father brings me to mind, I hope you’ll lift me up in prayer these next ten weeks.
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