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What Is Your Story?

I wrote in my journal often as I prepared for the move.  Writing helped me process things; it always has.  There was no doubt I would go where God said to go, but the actual process was still really scary.  I was honest with God through all of it.  Some days, I was all in, standing strong in the Lord and in the power of His might (Ephesians 6:10), fully confident that God would see me through it all.  But other days, I was completely terrified.  How could I not be?  I was leaving everything behind and starting over, after being firmly established.  God was so patient with me, confirming His word to me time and time again. 

I remember one morning in particular, I was frustrated and distraught because I didn’t have things figured out the way I thought I should have.  I starting writing in my journal, and the last thing I wrote was, “God, I need to know that I am hearing You correctly.  Are You really telling me to move?”  I got ready for church with a slightly heavy heart.  As a seer, it was a little unnerving to not be able to see a clear path to what God was saying.  All I could do was trust. 

I arrived at church, praying that God would speak to me clearly.  I knew the voice of God, but I had to deal with my own feelings of fear.  That fear had been clouding my vision and distorting my hearing, so I had to recite II Timothy 1:7 often, “God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” 

The Presence of God could be felt in the room during service.  We had a guest speaker, and before he delivered the Word, he called me by name and said, “The answer to your question is ‘yes,'” and then went on with his message.  I was stunned.  It gives me chills thinking about it right now.  God answered the question from my journal right then and there, leaving no doubt.  He’d heard me that morning, and He spoke to me clearly like I had asked.  When I got home, I continued packing because God had answered me through someone who knew nothing of the question I’d placed before the Lord.  I had no excuse; it was time to really prepare to move.