God, I want to hear you. I love where you have me now, but I can't help but get the sense that there's something else you have for me. Maybe it's because I have a girlfriend two hundred miles away and I'm tired of being separated from her. Maybe it's because I still don't have a job in my chosen field and I'm almost three years out of college. Maybe it's just me getting restless, or maybe it's your Spirit stirring within me. Whatever the cause, I'm seeking your voice.
Elijah in the wilderness listened for your voice in the wind and the earthquake, but you spoke in a still small voice. Moses in exile was not listening for you at all, but you spoke from a burning bush. Peter was catching fish and listening to the voice of John, but you called him from the shore to be a fisher of men. I want to make my heart soft enough to hear from you in ways I am not expecting.
I can't help but feel like you're trying to say something. I have a good idea of what the next step is, but I want to be sure it's your leading and not my idea. Do I have to cut out some things in order to hear you better? Maybe fasting more would help. Or maybe it's time to just take a leap of faith. All I know is, your plans are better than mine. I just need to trust that you'll reveal each step as I need to take it. Any more than that and I might take matters into my own hands. And that usually doesn't work out so well. I want to follow your leading. But I need to hear you first.
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