It was 3:23 am, and I was awake. Still. Again.
In a span of five
months, I had been laid off, found a new job, moved away, and left a second
career field and company that I loved. It’s as if the beautifully scenic train
ride of life that I’d been on simply dropped me off in the middle of a new town,
and then sped off in a cloud of dust before I’d even had a chance to put both
feet on the platform.
Looking around, this
new place looked foreign. Confusing.
Lonely.
I prided myself on
multitasking like nobody’s business, and I just knew that when I laid down my
second job and moved to my new town, that God would start me off on a new plan.
I’d step off the last train, and hop onboard the next locomotive, ready and
willing to do great things for the Kingdom of Heaven. I’d start a foundation, a
new chapter of a pre-teen encouragement mission, or champion a Bible Study for
women hungry for Jesus that would awaken an entire town in an earth-shattering
domino effect. Something to show the people on the train that I was here for a
reason. A divinely appointed purpose. I would do exactly what I’d done
before, but in a new zip code. I was prepped and ready at the starting blocks,
waiting for the gun to go off for my next race.
Yet here I’d sat, for
five months, with not a single taste of what God had in store. Oh, I questioned.
I begged. While everyone else was asleep, I was pleading for some little inkling
of my next mission. There has to be a mission. Don’t you remember how you
made me, Lord? Energetic! Fun! Encouraging! I NEED to multitask! I am ready. I’m
willing. I am only juggling three things right now, and Lord you KNOW I can
handle at least six! I am a goal warrior, leaving no goal unmet in my path. I am
all over this. I NEED A MISSION!
There was no answer
that night and I finally went to sleep just before dawn. I knew starting
something outside of God’s will would not flourish, so I waited. And waited. The
more time passed, the bigger the doubts were that crept in. Surely God still had
a purpose for me, right? Surely God wasn’t through with me when I stepped off
the train. But the more I sought answers, the fewer I had. When I’d speak
up to my friends about my lack of pre-lit next steps on my path, they’d stare at
me with a confused look that clearly said “Why are you complaining? YOU made the
choice, why are you waiting for the next step? Make your own path!” After all,
they knew me. They knew that I was always doing something, always blazing
a trail. But I didn’t choose this path, I only made the choice to follow
when God asked me to move. This new path was unfamilar. How was I to know
where it was leading?
Other friends would
ask me, “So what are you doing there?”
My answer was always
the same: “Nothing. I mean, I don’t know yet. But I’m sure God has a plan for
something great!” Because He did. Right? As the friend voted “Always doing
something,” doing nothing felt wrong. It felt lazy.
Come on, Lord.
Even when the disciples wondered about your plans, they had someone else to talk
to that could confirm they’d both heard the same call to drop their fisherman
nets and follow you.
I have no one
to talk to but YOU.
Sounds bad, right?
Worse yet, when I questioned God’s motives… I mean, asked for wisdom and
guidance, I didn’t get an answer. Nothing. The silence this side of heaven is
deafening when the only One we can talk to isn’t giving answers to our
questions.
It was only when I
stopped talking and began listening, stopped trying to force the next
move and let go of the reigns completely, and stopped trying to determine WHY I
WAS HERE, could I see that God’s plans did not include train-hopping. They
included times of rest and times to seek Him, not just work on His list of
things for me to do. I’d assumed that God wanted me to continue with the same
work I’d done before, but in a different zip code. In reality, God simply wanted
me to stand still, take His hand, and listen.
“The Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. (1 Kings 19:11-12)
I was searching for
God in the wind, ready to hop on the next train to the next thing. But we’ll
never find God if we don’t stand still long enough to listen to His whisper. Is
God asking you to do the same? Whether it takes one year or ten, if standing
still is the only thing on God’s honey-do list for you, doing anything else, no
matter how noble the cause, will not bring you the whisper you
crave.
I’ll admit, when
you’re a go-getter, a dreamer, and a goal warrior, standing still is hard.
Having faith that standing still IS part of God’s plan is even harder. If you’re
in the midst of standing still, wondering what God’s next step is, take heart.
Standing still is part of God’s plan too! Psalm 37:7 reminds us to “Be still
before the Lord and wait patiently for Him…” When there’s no one there but the
two of you, your simple act of faith to follow Him may be the only task he’ll
give you. It is those times when your patience and quiet obedience means more to
God than any other offering you could give.
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