There is a whisper in one’s heart, a small yet persistent nudge when you know you are meant to follow. When I was 18, in a dark auditorium raised hands back lit by the words on the screen ” where you lead me Lord I will follow where you lead me Lord I will go” I felt in that moment the first pieces of surrendering to a future known only by One.
My mind wanders on the path that is my life and I am in a sparsely furnished apartment on the other end of the world. The whisper echoes in the recesses of my heart as I read of the devastation caused by storms and floods and I knew I was to go.
A few years go by and I see myself as I look back very pregnant and in the backseat of a car. Learning about horrors humans purposely perpetrate onto each other and the nudge came again – go.
Months later I find myself in the middle of an empty room with boxes all around me packing up what I thought would be our forever home to move into two bedrooms in my parents basement, go – go -go.
The sweet voice drives me on like the beat of a drum as time goes by and again it calls me away to something new, to unknown. To go.
Every time my life changes, takes a new turn, I think of Abraham.
“Now the Lord said[a] to Abram, “Go from your country[b] and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. 2 And I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. 3 I will bless those who bless you, and him who dishonors you I will curse, and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”[c] 4 So Abram went, as the Lord had told him…” Genesis 12:1-4
It has been awhile since I have packed up and left my “kindred” and my “father’s land”. But each time I have packed up I have left something behind. I believe that if you are following Jesus by faith, you have too. Abraham’s reality of packing everything and following God’s call is what each Christ follower is called to as well. Whether it is a physical packing and moving or peripheral “leaving” of things behind and moving onto something new we are a called to get up and go, to follow.
When I was 18 and made that first decision to go there was some uncertainty in my heart but mostly adventure. Over the years the feelings that have accompanied the action of going have ranged from fear, to uncertainty, to awkwardness, to un-belonging, to uncomfortable – tinged with hope. Here is the truth: going is hard, uncomfortable and filled with unknown.
That isn’t all there is. It is in the going that we get the present of the presence of God. It is in the going that we walk in step with God and his plan for our lives. It is in the going that we are not in control, but not alone. That our plans are surrendered, but we get the privilege to be in the midst of God- sized plans. In the going is where we are refined, made better, drawn closer, stretched and prepared to know God more deeply and love others more fiercely.
Every time I went, every step I have taken has brought me somewhere that I wouldn’t have imagined. And in some cases I wouldn’t have chosen had I known.
But I would not undo any of it. Because the byproduct of following Jesus by faith and walking out the plans God has for me is to know Christ more deeply and to share him with others more intimately. This is where true life is, knowing my maker and knowing and loving those he knows and loves.
The cry of my heart is that every person that hears the whisper of get up and go answers like Abraham did – “So Abram went, as the Lord had told him…”
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Steph is a mom to four girls and wife to one very supportive man. She is the Executive Director of Stories Foundation and is passionate about fighting for freedom both spiritual and physical. Her days consist of car pooling, ministry, parenting and lots of coffee.