And it worked… for a time. But this past semester those priorities got all kinds of out of whack… and before I knew it I was a busy student and that was without a doubt my #1 priority. The scary thing to me is I didn’t really know it had happened until I came up for air and God knocked on my butt (He is so good at that isn’t he?).
I think in some ways I got sidetracked expecting God to call me to my next great act of faith. “Send me to the other side of the world! Tell me to quit school and go! Make something happen so I can show you how greatly faithful I am!” There’s a lot of “me” in that line of thinking.
I’m learning (slowly) that it’s a greater act of faith to step out in the everyday. When something huge happens (good or bad) it’s really not that extraordinary a measure to show God we love him… when the ground is shaking I am more desperate for God. It’s the seemingly small, mundane acts… the waiting and rejoicing in the small whispers… where faith really begins to mature.
Although I was pretty lame this semester, God is never so. In the next 2 blogs I’ll post are a few of these “small” acts of faith I have encountered in the last several month. They don’t involved World Racers on the other side of the world or anyone that is “in ministry.” They remind me that God just calls us to be obedient wherever he places us and whenever he calls…. which often requires a great faith.
