Have you ever noticed how easy it is to say and do the right things when you’re not worried about it?
After more than a lifetime (some days it feels like two or three), I should know that I can’t fix what I didn’t break, but the reality was staring me in the face, again. I wanted to feel something more. I wanted to feel secure, loved, and appreciated. I wanted to know everything would be okay.
Standing there in the drizzling rain. I wasn’t sure.
Fog mingled with the trees and faded into the distance. Life looked like that right now… I could only see a short distance and everything else beyond was in the fog. Life wasn’t clear, and I didn’t know if I could do it. Yet, reality had taught me that if I took the steps, the fog would move away, and the further I went, the more I could see. I knew I’d be able to see the intersection clearly, and even the crossing. I knew it would be visible when I got there. But standing there looking at it, all was hidden by the fog.
With each step I took, I would be able to see further.
The fog would move further away, as I took steps toward along the road.
Goals sometimes work this way.
When you realize that sometimes your goals are out of sight when you create them, but as you get closer, they’ll become more visible… That’s when you begin to realize that you MUST take action to move toward your goal. Action is required. You can’t achieve anything if you don’t take action and the best way to take action is start walking in the right direction.
But what about those times when you can’t move?
Should you sit and wait until inspiration hits you?
This question comes up from time to time, and I know for myself, it’s a real struggle. I need to feel loved. I need to feel appreciated. In fact, one of the biggest hold-backs to accomplishing my goals at times, is my lack of confidence. When I doubt myself or wonder who loves me… It’s really hard to pick up and take that one step forward. In fact, I’ll tell you how impossible it is.
I have given up.
True story. I have absolutely given up. Sat down in the middle of the road and said, “I’m not moving God, until I feel the presence of someone who gives a crap about me.” (Maybe not the literal ROAD… But you get the idea. I ain’t budgin’.)
In those times, I hear God speak in that quiet voice. “I’m here.”
When I give up. When I stop long enough to hear him. He speaks. The reason I hear him then, is because for months, for years. For all of my life, I’ve been reading his word, listening to his word, and capturing his word in my heart – to hold for those moments when I need to hear his voice.
And then, I hear it.
He hasn’t given up on me. He’s right there, holding me tight, keeping me safe, and moving me out of the middle of the road. You can bet your bottom dollar he will take me in the direction I’m meant to go. And I will find my next step.
I have even been blessed with many friends who walk up beside me, take my hand, and walk along the way with me. Often, they’re sharing my message too.
Let’s make a difference, together!