The other day I applied for a job...at a birding store.
It went across every instinct I had to do it, for it seems that the last bazillion times I tried to get a job or get involved in a ministry, God closed every door in my face...doors that made me feel like God had forgotten about me...had left me to drift on a perceived Sea of Uselessness. Honestly, I was getting used to the rocking of the boat and the endless horizon staring back at me. I was even thinking of making up a plaque and hanging it on the front of my boat that said, 'Why rock the boat?'
Until Sunday. When my pastor said a few things that gave me the idea that perhaps it's time to get out of the boat and start walking on land again...
Things like: "Getting well means change." Hey, I'm okay with that. After working through health issues too numerous to number, I get it that change is necessary.
What he said next came a mite bit closer to home: "Say, 'I have a _______ problem.' And then be willing to bring that problem into the light to find freedom."
Oh, that could be fun! Which one shall I start with? Walking with God through this past year has shown me I have a lot of problems!
As I squirmed in my seat, the final blow fell...the unavoidable question that nailed it all...
"Do you want to get well? If so, what do you need to do?"
Gosh, if I knew that I'd have done it light-years ago!
Pick me! Pick me!
Um, try harder? Be better? Do more?
Did I get it? Did I get it? Huh? Huh?
Like a cat that is being immobilized in order to shove a pill down its throat, I fought the Spirit with all that was within me.
I'm thinking He wasn't amused.
And the next sentence clenched it: "Healing arrives as we 'step into it'."
It? What is 'It'? If I knew what 'It' was I would have stepped into 'It' years ago!