Called
We are all called. Whether or not we answer the call is another subject altogether. We talk and pray and wait for an answer. How often do we get an answer, but we aren’t listening. In the past, I have listened and I have heard and I have ignored. I have prayed for changes, prayed for peace, prayed for healing for others. I have been called to work for God, to serve Him. I know how, and right now I know where, but the question is whether or not I will serve elsewhere, in a larger capacity… I think so. I have asked and prayed and pleaded for a love to come into my life. A love that would also live for Him, serve Him, a love that I would be able to love and serve as we serve Him together… so far nothing, but a wait… it’s an answer, but at the age of 29 (well, 29 in a day), wait is not the answer I’m looking for. I must first learn to be obedient to Him, learn to be obedient to God, the Father… the Father, I have in the past been so quick to disobey, quick to ignore, quick to walk away from. The answer I’ve been waiting for… wait and learn obedience and then perhaps. *Sigh* So I teach to pass the time, I change programs at the church for the kids, I start new studies for kids with a friend. I write, I work, I cry, I pray. Obedience and patience… never my two strong points. So I take walks and talk with God, I take walks and think through life, I send messages to my dearest Melissa friend, I have breakfast with my Sarah friend and I wait… Obedience and patience, obedience and patience, obedience and patience… it becomes my mantra. I’m held here in limbo, as my Melissa friend (http://onbruisedknees.wordpress.com/) recently said, I’m somewhere and nowhere all at the same time, waiting… I’m called to serve, to teach, I’m told to wait… Obedience and patience, Obedience and patience… and all I can do is repeat the phrase and walk by faith.