Laying here…with my bags packed. My mind has gone to every extreme. Stay. Leave. Humble myself, pray, turn from my wicked ways, seek His face. Obey. What do you do when you are in the middle of aborting your assignment? What do you do when you when you hear people say “Don’t give up…keep pushing”? Well, here I am….about to walk out on my destiny. No real plan…no true reason. In my mind it was over long before my bags were packed. My heart had dissipated and grew cold.
I was on my way out of the door..and then.. He sent a message.. Although, it was bleak and dull, it was no indication that my future would be the same.
Should I have stayed? Was it best for me to leave? What was the intent of my heart? Was it the best decision that I could have ever made? What it the right time for me? There were so many questions that went through my mind. I couldn’t imagine it going any other way. I was ready. The time was right. As I made my exodus, the ringing in my heart stopped. I was fully aware that the work He began in me would be completed.. He is the author and the finisher of my faith.. He can never lie.. He is always right.. In my uncertainty of the next chapter, I was ready.