Our questions and doubt, while sometimes well-meaning, dig ditches for our friends to fall in and become stuck debating this way or that way instead of taking action on what they know right now. Instead of doing something.
No matter how you slice it, our very next step isn't sexy. It's a phase full of compromise and sacrifices. It's a phase of dinner with Daddy. It's a phase of overtime. It's a phase of we want _____ but we want financial freedom more. And, no matter how much we'd like to side-step it, it's not going anywhere. It's the key to our freedom. And, if I had continued to believe that the next step had to bring significance, prestige, and all those other things...I would have missed the answer to our prayer.
I'll always remember Bishop Eddie Long saying, "Tell your neighbor, 'I know I just borrowed a dollar, but do you know who you just loaned a dollar to?' " He was saying where you are right now says nothing about where God is taking you. You might suck at public speaking. You might show up to your house … Continue reading When You Stink At Your Calling
I've been struggling, y'all. Head falling forward while reading, sad pity parties, and threatening to give it all up. Watching my husband's mouth turn downward and eyebrows furrow in confusion when I said, "It's too much," only made me feel more pathetic than I already felt. "Take a break," he and my sister suggested. "How?!" … Continue reading Call It By It’s Name