Driving on the highway, sitting in the coffee shop, walking down the city street, in line at the local market, sitting on the bus… in the everyday life I live, the things I percieve with my eyes birth curiosity in my mind. “Do they know Christ? Have they tasted and seen? What is their story?”
My soul is not at home here. My heart hasn’t found what it’s looking for here. I have already wandered down every alluring alley. I have already trusted every empty promise made to me. Nothing filled me. Nothing assured me. Nothing gave me lasting peace.
But Jesus continually woos my soul upward. “Come closer, beloved. Look into my eyes. I am enough. I satisfy.” At this encounter, there is a joyful surrender and a child-like excitement to abandon all hinderences and run toward Him; my Daddy. It is in this embrace that His opinion is all that matters. And it is in this freedom that He gives the assignment.
“Set your sails.”
“But, Dad, there’s no wind…”
“Don’t be afraid, only believe. Set your sails.”
I was sitting on the floor filling my pockets with breadcrumbs when suddenly a soft touch lifted my chin…and there He was…both hands extended– inviting me to sit and dine with Him. I realized I was dressed in fine linens…His precious daughter, acting as a stranger. He said “I don’t want perfection- I just want your heart.”
Bold entrance into the Throneroom is my privilege. Wild, confident faith is what I am called to. One that doesn’t make sense. One that seems reckless. One that makes way for God to be God. I believe there is a world of people that are starving for Christ and just don’t know that He is the one they crave because they’ve never heard. I believe that my Dad has called me to go to them for the rest of my life, whatever that looks like, wherever that is, and tell them- show them- love them- pray for them, with them… That is why I am going on the world race. I pray that you will co-labor with me in prayer and supplication and support through this journey.
