The End or the Means?

Some of you might be sitting on the edge of your seat, thinking "get on with it. Drop your bomb, Sarah. What exactly is God saying?"

That's just it. I don't know. There is beauty in this mess. I'm determined to tell my Type-A, OCD self to "sit down and shut up". There is a faith that God is trying to teach me in this journey. Maybe Steven Tyler was right. "Life's a journey, not a destination." 

"Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us." Hebrews 12:1

I know nothing about running. I lie to myself and pretend that I can run, but I can't. It's through sheer prayer that I make it one mile. But, I have friends that run which makes me an expert on the subject. I have Redpeople and Ironpeople in my midst, and that friends, makes me Dr. Bradshaw, PhD in Cardiovascular Fitness.

Everyone begins a race with excitement, a little apprehension, and a whole lot of energy. Somewhere along the way, for me, it's around mile 0.16, the energy begins to fade. You drink some weird crap called "goo" or eat some kind of "magic beans", which refuels you to continue on. Goo? What on earth?

Friends, I started my race several months ago. Why hadn't I crossed that blasted finish line? Why was I slowing to a crawl while exhaustion set in? 

August 25, 2013: "I am really struggling to find the time to journal lately. It seems my task list grows longer, and the days shorter."

I didn't refuel. I needed some "goo" or "magic beans", STAT.

I knew exactly what I needed, but I didn't stop. I didn't want to take the time to stop. I had arrived to that point in the race where giving up seemed so much easier. I knew. I knew. But, I chose to not stop. Until now. 

"Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you." James 4:8

I begin digging into my Bible again, fearlessly seeking out what He had for me. I begin crying out in prayer, many times needing the Holy Spirit to speak for me through the tears. "All to Jesus, I surrender, humbly at His feet I bow."

He was waiting for me. He restored my energy and direction. He never criticized. He never scolded. He simply grabbed my hand, and said "Let's go together." So, here I am...learning, growing, and stepping out. The direction is clear, but the route is fuzzy. For once, I'm okay with that. 

You take the lead, Father. I'm trailing right behind You.

Lifting My Eyes

Nothing about typing my innermost feelings on the internet seems normal. Or rational. But then again, when have I ever been rational, or normal, for that matter?

So, shut the car door and buckle your seatbelt, because this is going to be one heck of a roadtrip. One heck of an irrational and abnormal roadtrip.

You see, God is funny. An "I'm going to keep ringing your doorbell, because I know you're home" kind of funny. Praise Him for that. Praise Him for chasing after me like the crazy person at the e-cigarette kiosk at the mall. 

No, I don't smoke. No, I'm not interested. Really, I'm good. 

Listen, I'm not buying a fake cigarette for a problem I don't have. 

But, if you're up for a good ole' fashioned barter, I've got some kids that we could discuss. I could totally learn to develop a cigarette problem. I kid. Kind of.

Don't we all avoid those people like the plague? I look every direction to avoid eye contact. I walk through the jewelry store to avoid conversation. I work to avoid them entirely. And that my friends, and by friends, I mean 2 family members reading this, is how I've been treating God. Like the e-cigarette man at the mall. Don't you judge me.

I think God was finally over it....His patience with me, running on fumes. I had missed so many opportunities that He resorted to Defcon 2. 

No more games, Sarah. No more excuses. No more time. No more waiting on someone else. Pick up your cross and follow Me. The time is now.

Please let me be completely honest here. I mean, a complete raw honesty. My response...

Really? I stood up to an entire congregation and revealed my deepest secrets, struggles, and pains.

I started a ministry to serve families in our church.

We lead a newly formed Sunday School class. 

I act like a crazy person in front of children for VBS.

Can there even be a more selfish person on this planet? Good night.

Then, He regulated. And I'm talking reg.u.lated. Mount up.

Sarah, what have you sacrificed for Me? What have you given up? Where am I in all of this? Lift your eyes. It's time to step out onto the waters.

So, friends, that's exactly what we're going to do. Pray for us. God is in the process of rocking our world. Pray carefully, though. You've been warned. He just might cause your world to shimmy, too.

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through the fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you." Isaiah 43:2