Look at your feet
Commit, commit, commit…
Every word was a punch in the gut…but not in a bad way. I have taken far too long to decide to live love. I think that I have found a way to avoid crossing that line again, yet I am not satisfied to remain here. I’m looking at my feet.
To say that I don’t have intense moments of doubt would be a lie. I doubt whenever I don’t feel like pushing to the next place, when I don’t feel like losing something worldly in order to gain something eternal. In the end, rather than lose the One that I truly need to live my life, I let go of whatever it is that I was holding onto. But, there is that doubt.
Today, I saw the eternal faithfulness of my Father. How often He brings me out of doubt, out of laziness, and into His promise, His purpose, by showing me that He has, in fact, called me to more.
Dare I pursue what He is calling me to pursue? It means a lot of changes and a lot of new areas that I’d be stepping into. It means standing up and stating fact. It means accepting that not everyone is going to agree with me and that I probably won’t see the fruition of prophecy in the next few months.
But it also means that I will be doing the will of the One that loves me more than words can say. I’m looking at my feet, I’m seeing where I’m standing, where I’m hesitating, and now I am watching them move, closer, ever closer, to the fullness of the promise of my Beloved. Shalom!
