Dragging My Feet

Tonight as I was putting Roman to bed he kept asking me why he couldn’t stay up longer. When I said it was time to pray, he said, “I want to pray and ask God if I can stay up longer.” Nice try, buddy. Isn’t that just like us! The more we face the inevitability of the path God has led us down, the more we want to beg our way out.

Have you ever felt like God is prompting you to do something, so you venture out in that direction, but the farther you get, the more scared you become? It’s interesting how quickly we can begin to question our great ambitions to follow God into the vast unknown of His perfect will. Second thoughts…third thoughts…even regret.

I am facing a calling I’d rather ignore or sidestep right now. I mean, I know I have no other recourse, but I still want to drag my feet. I want to beg God, “Isn’t there something else?” Even though I already know the answer.

Elijah must have felt a bit like this. Even after God had proved Himself both powerful, and faithful, Elijah wavered. After all, success on Mount Carmel, meant a price on his head. Running and scared, he told God, “I’ve had enough! Just let me die. I’m the only one you have left. And I’m done. Take my life.”  But God wouldn’t let go. An angel ministered to Elijah feeding him under the broom tree. After some nourishment, and rest, God came to Elijah, not in the wind, not in the earthquake, and not in the fire, but in a still, and gentle whisper. God reaffirmed his calling of Elijah and gave him new, specific directions.
We can let go; we can give up. But God never gives up on us. He who began a good work in us will be faithful to complete it.

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