Bold, unconventional, fearless, daring, unrestrained. Exactly the kind of faith we need to have to move mountains.
Right now I am none of those things. I am discouraged, weak, shaken, and wounded. Maybe I was given the phrase "Audacious faith" to ponder earlier this week because God knew I would need it by Friday.
It's been a difficult weekend, despite the fun we had. I was reminded once again that even though we make plans God ultimately directs our steps. Sometimes the path we're confidently walking down drops out from under us and we're left suspended frantically looking for the road ahead.
The lies being told to me are "you are going to fall...there is nothing for you up ahead. This is the end of the road. You are rejected. You may as well just quit now. Give up. Forget your dreams and your passions. Go build a comfortable life, reclaim what you've willingly given up, and set up camp in the land of bitterness". I'm being wooed to that place.
Do I have the audacity to trust, serve, and keep walking forward even when I can't see the path?
How often do we continue confidently walking down a rut. An easy, comfortable place when God has something so much better for us.
I know God's purposes are sovereign. He will use what was meant to defeat us for our good and his glory.
I am confidant that God uses even closed doors, mistakes, rejections, and opposition. He will redeem them for his perfect will. What may start as a door slammed in our faces by the one who wants us to become paralyzed by fear and discouragement, can also be God saying it's time to shake the dust off of your sandals and come with me. I have another road to lead you down. The last path was part of your training. Do not fear. I am still working. My calling has not changed. Come spend some time seeking only me and then your eyes will be opened to where you should place your next step. Trust me.
I know there is so much more waiting beyond what I can see here in the dark. A week ago I walked along confidently thinking I knew were I was going...now I'm sitting here nursing the sting of stubbed toes.. squinting...willing my eyes to see...hoping to catch just a glimpse of the path.
It will take an audacious faith, another cleansing of the Holy Spirit, and the full armour of God to resist the baited traps of offense that the enemy has laid seductively in my path....and to resist crawling into bed and pulling the covers over my head.
"Word of God speak,
would you pour down like rain
washing my eyes to see your majesty.
To be still and know that you're in this place
please let me stay and rest in your holiness"