I've had a feeling of restlessness in my soul lately. Everything has been going really great lately, but still my deepest core longs for something more, something greater. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why. Until today.
This morning I woke up with a grumbling heart because, for the first time since I've been at Liberty, I had to go to an alternative convo. My not morning person, personality wanted to stay in bed, but it was required so I rolled out of bed and got ready to go.
It was basically a smaller scale convo with worship and a message. Nothing out of the ordinary or even really special, but I was riveted to the message. I sat on the end of my seat, legs bouncing in excitement and anticipation, heart pounding as it became clearer and clearer to me why there had been such an unrest in my soul these past few months. Faith. Such a simple, Sunday School concept, but I'm missing it. Not the "Do you believe in Jesus faith?", I'm very sure of that. Nothing in my life is as sure as the fact that I am loved by a radical God, drowning in a scandalous grace, and I am died for. I'm missing the "next step faith". The faith that calls me to step out before I actually knowing where my foot will land. The faith that my God is bigger than my blind spot. The faith that I have been given a calling and I need to do something with it. It hit me today that my soul's unrest is due to a lack of faith.
I realized in that moment that this was not a new concept that God was trying to teach me, but one He'd literally been placing right in front of me and I was too busy trying to see around His next step to get to my next step that I missed it. His next step is so simple. Faith. I need to pursue what He has given me to do now and trust that in His timing, I'll know where to put my foot next.
Here I am, Lord. Use me.
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