*This blog is a follow-up to That Day I Surrendered
I found myself on an early morning mid-April 2013 in New York taking a brief jog in Central Park before starting my day at a business conference in NYC for work. As I look back, that morning was when I was starting to get a brief whisper from God that there’s more to life than this.
Fast forward to September 2013, I found myself doing something I could have never done in my own strength, nor in my own will-power. I was drafting my resignation letter thanking my employer for the opportunity I had to work there. This was terrifying as if you read my blog post That Day I Surrendered, I had put a lot (like A LOT ) of my identity in what I did, rather than Who’s I was (a child of God).
However, I had spent atleast three weeks in prayer before this day on the very specific topic of God leading me to serve Him. I was not really sure of all the specifics at the time like when, where, ect. but I had (and still do) this desire to serve God in missions. All I knew is that my desire to serve God far out weighted my passion for work.
Many people might think no big deal, you left a career you loved. But the reality is I lost part of myself.
The amazing thing is though that God has given me my true identity in being His and His alone. I am His. He is mine. I wouldn’t trade the pain and grief over the last four months for anything because I now have my true identity in Christ.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths” Proverbs 3:5-6
