When Jesus says, “Follow me.” You just have to go.
I really try to be reasonable when it comes to moving. I do. But the truth is, this time it is challenging my patience, my faith, and my sanity just a bit. You see, about two weeks after I arrived in Missouri, Big Jon was notified that his job would be changing yet again.
The pictures were hung. The pillows fluffed. The new furniture that would fit into an apartment was purchased an all of a sudden…
I believed the Lord when He said, “Move to St.Louis.” I believed that I would find a new church, new friends, a new hair stylist. I truly believed.
He said, “Follow me.” and we went.
But to muster up all that faith again when the very new roots were just beginning to take hold, that may be just too much to ask. Can I get an Amen?
My human mind keeps thinking about the fact that we have been “moving to St. Louis” and then “settling in St. Louis” and then “moving somewhere unknown” for the past six months! My human mind wants to rest. on. something.
And then finally we get word that “somewhere unknown” is actually Alabama and whoa! I mean – Alabama. Roll Tide. BBQ. Fixin’. And a whole lotta other new colloquialisms.
And my human mind is now thinking about things like will we find a place to live? Will anyone come to visit us so far away? Does anyone want to come to Alabama? Where will I find a church? (this one shouldn’t be too hard as they are on every corner!) How will I meet new friends? Again?
At some point, my human mind just boiled over. Too much thinking. Too much searching. Too much worrying.
Am I right?
Don’t we, as believers have the right to rest in His wisdom? How many times does He have to teach me this before I will instinctively do this?
Jesus says, “Let me lead.” Let me go before you and show you the way. Let me escort you. Let me hold and guide you. Let me influence your life and decisions.