For many months as I ran God continued to lay this blog on my heart and continued to bring it to the forefront of my mind until I finally relented and said, “Okay, enough badgering, I will become a blogger.” (Not really but I did drag my feet for quite awhile.) So I wrote my first blog, then my second, and on and on and while I didn’t know what I expected I didn’t quite expect this…
(Thanks to my four, yes that’s right, dedicated readers!)
Sometimes it seems like God asks us to do things we don’t understand and then it doesn’t end up looking like we thought it would. It all boils down to our obedience and His timing. I believe that I am supposed to keep writing, even through the silence and maybe one day I will understand why. In the meantime I am reminded of the story of Joshua and Israelites marching around the walls of Jericho. (If you aren’t familiar with the story, the Israelites had to get through Jericho on their way to the promised land and God’s victory plan was a little unorthodox. Picture this, big strong warrior types, marching silently around the Jericho city walls behind a group of priests carrying trumpets. They do this for six days and on the seventh they march around seven times and then the priests blow their trumpets and the warriors yell. I really think I would have been saying, “Really, God. You are sure you don’t want us to use weapons and our training to attack Jericho. You are sure you just want us to march around the city and dodge insults and everything else they are throwing at us and then yell?” Spoil alert if you haven’t read the story (It’s in Joshua 6) because of their obedience to God, they yell, blow their trumpets, the walls fall, the Israelites win. Just like that.)
“So, let us not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9)
So here I am, trying my best to follow God, not always understanding, and waiting. This has always belonged to Him but today, I say it out loud, Lord, this is yours., make it as great or as insignificant as your plan calls for it to be and quiet my wondering heart in the meantime.