Follow Me

“I have faith that God will show you the answer. But you have to understand that sometimes it takes a while to be able to recognize what God wants you to do. That's how it often is. God's voice is usually nothing more than a whisper, and you have to listen very carefully to hear it. But other times, in those rarest of moments, the answer is obvious and rings as loud as a church bell.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song



    I think I have lost my ability to put my thoughts. feelings, experiences and conversations with God into any kind of order using the English language.  Sucks because it is the only language I know.  I'm trying to sum up the last weeks, months and all I get are tears.  I remember taking rides in the mountains and snapping pictures, even panoramic to get the beauty of what I saw, but the picture would come back without most of the beauty.  It's like trying to get the Grand Canyon on paper, it's not going to happen.
    
     So we go back to a day when I decided to sell everything and go.  Go where?  Where ever God told me, even though it was my plan and not His.  Then one day I realized, He was planning with me.  Whose plan was this anyway?  As I looked around the house, adding up in my head how much money I could make, He said, "Give it away."  Excuse me? 
     We jump ahead about a month and here we are.  It's all gone.  I'm down to a few boxes and He says, "Give more."  My flesh says, "You should be working two jobs and feeding the poor."  Who does this?  Those hyper spiritual Jesus freaks, that's who.  I guess that's me.  I've said this before and I will say it again, The Lord often opens my eyes when He repeats my questions and statements back to me.  I said, I want all you have to give me and He said to me, I want all you have to give me.  I seemed to have let God out of the box, but not his answers.  I was thinking I might be blessed with a great job.  Well, I got one.  I work for Him.  He has promised to pay, to provide.  All I have to do is whatever He asks.  Sounds easy?  It's not.  It is, but it's not.  He told me, if He had given me a job, I never would have considered leaving.  I would have stayed there in that house where I was comfortable.  Following Christ is anything but comfortable most of the time.
     I come from a family of workers, many work-a-holic's.  I have created 3 children who are all hard workers.  It is what we do.  It is the right thing.  In conversation with the Lord, He wants everything I own except my car to fit in my file cabinet.  I am almost there. 
     He has given me several projects and several people to pray for.  I am busier than ever and totally blown away at the favor and blessings.  People are showing up and offering to pay for things.  I trust Him.  I have to.  I am staying with a wonderful couple who I can talk to about anything and they understand these supernatural Jesus freak things that God does.  I haven't been open with everyone about what He is doing, because not everyone would understand, but it's time to put what man thinks aside.  I only care what Jesus wants.
     In a couple months, I know He will some how (good testimony material) pull together the money for Africa.  That is where He is sending me.  At least for awhile.  He has not been very specific, but that's okay, details don't matter at this point.  How do I pay for a plane ticket?  What if I don't have to?  What if I pass through a door and I am there?  It is biblical.  So, is...

Matthew 19:21 (NIV)

²¹ Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”