Several years ago, the Holy Spirit told me to pack up my stuff and prepare to move to another state. I would love to say that my first response was, “All right, Jesus! Let’s go.” But that wasn’t quite my reaction. It was more like, “Wait…what?” So, I prayed for Jesus to send confirmation, which He did, and I began to pack my things.
I told my pastor, my folks, and my principal (I was an elementary school teacher) that it was time for me to leave. Now keep in mind, I had never been to the city where God had instructed me to move, but I believed that if God was leading me there, He’d make a way.
And that’s when the giants showed up. You see, I wasn’t a twenty-something, ready to jump out into the world. (Then, you don’t have much, so there’s no real risk involved.) I was quite a way from twenty and firmly established in a career; some would even say I was working my dream job. I was living the life, Sisters, comfortable and all, and God said, “Pack up, it’s time to go.”
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