I’ve been asking God for strength to have a few hard conversations. Trust me, I’m not at a loss for words. I just understand how pivotal of a moment this is for my life. Actually, this is a pivotal moment for everyone’s life. Take a look around…. this is the dawn of a new era. There are some conversations that need to happen and some decisions that need to be made.
“No More Ambiguity”
Either it’s black or white. No shades of grey.
Dirty or clean.
The stop light was red or the stop light was yellow.
We’re together or we’re not.
Either the food was good or the food was nasty.
You like Chick-Fil-A or you’re going to hell (this is a joke…kinda).
It feels like the past few years, we’ve been able to “get by” with verbalizing what God said but failing in being disciplined enough to honor His word. I’m guilty of this. I’m also guilty of allowing ambiguity to become a norm in my life.
But that changed this month.
Curses + Cycles+ Ambiguity
The entire month of May, God has been dealing with me about curses, cycles, and my ambiguity. In a nutshell:
God is breaking curses.
God is breaking cycles.
God is ridding us of our comfortability with ambiguity.
Either you’re in it or you’re not.
Either it’s yes or no.
Either you serve God or you don’t.
Either you obey him fully or you’re in disobedience.
We don’t get to re-shape God’s plan for our lives because we want things to look a certain way before we submit to his will. If you’ve done this, it’s time to repent. Be open to mending relationships purposely and with transparency and creating a plan for the future.
Have you ever asked God to deliver you from a person, place or thing? I have! One of the times when I asked God to deliver me, he told me that I had to endure. I was angry with God. I was confused. All of my friends seemed sure of God’s plan for my life. I’m grateful for them because they believed God for me when I couldn’t.
Fast forward until now, I passed the test. God received the glory, and I received a battle scar. At first, when I thought about my scar, I became upset. I have some startling memories associated with my story, but I wasn’t willing to allow God to soothe the pain. Isn’t it funny how we would rather wallow in our pain than be healed from it?
If you don’t take anything else away from this post, remember this: if you place your pessimistic focus on the scar, you’ll miss the glory that represents your survival.
We need God’s strength to leap into and flourish in the promises He has made to us.
It takes strength to be decisive.
It takes strength to be resolute concerning the promises of God.
I asked God to end to remove every indecisive member working in my body, with my body, or attached to my body.
I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I can’t afford to maintain it, my “yes” has already cost enough. This level of obedience is worth the sacrifice and I’ve made peace with it’s cost.