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| What road will I choose? |
There are
times in my life when making the right decision seems like a no-brainer.
Unfortunately those times are few and far between.
For those
of you who visit my blog regularly it will come as no surprise that I tend to
be a little bit of a control freak. And that character trail often makes it
difficult to follow God unconditionally. Let me give you an example.
When our
oldest son was just a few months old, my husband and I felt like God was calling
us to leave our home in Arkansas, and move to South Carolina. We had no friends
or family in the Carolinas, but my husband had a job offer, and there had been
some issues with his job in Arkansas that made both of us uncomfortable.
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| Yes or No |
So we began
to discuss the possibilities. My husband, ever the engineer, made lists of pros
and cons. While I, the creative right-brained one, tried to discover how I felt about the chance of moving. We
wrangled over the decision for weeks, but for every pro there was a con, and
for every upside there was a corresponding downside. The situation had us
stymied.
Then one
night, as I drifted off, I was captivated by a dream. I was the passenger in a
car, a convertible to be exact, and we were driving a dangerous, winding road that
led the side of up a mountain. The road was a tiny two-lane affair, minus guardrails. There
were granite cliffs on the mountain side of the road, and a sheer drop to the
valley below on the other. I knew about the drop off because the driver kept
veering toward the edge of the cliff and I’d have to reach over and yank the
steering wheel to keep us from crashing into the valley below. As we hurtled toward the top of the
mountain we were up so high I could occasionally see clouds below us.
Finally, I
got really irritated because it seemed the higher we got the more often I’d
have to pull us back from the edge, and it suddenly occurred to me I didn’t
know who was driving. While I kept a cautionary hand on the steering wheel, I
risked a quick glance at the face of the person driving.
Even though
I couldn’t describe the features to you now, I immediately recognized him…it
was Jesus driving the car.
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| Flying off the mountain |
I was immediately mortified and jerked my
hand away from the wheel and sure enough, He drove us right off the edge of the
mountain. But we didn’t crash. No, instead we were suddenly free, and soaring
above the mountain. I don’t remember Him saying anything, but he held tightly
to my hand, and I remember Him smile.
At this
point I woke, and shook my husband awake to tell him about my dream. He got
excited and gave me hug, “That’s it. That’s the answer.”
I was
still a little groggy, and I voiced the first thought that came to me. “Okay,
but what’s the question?”
He laughed
and hugged me again. “That’s our answer about moving. We’ve been trying to make
the decision all by ourselves. God wants us to just let go and follow Him.”
Within the
month we were gone, headed to South Carolina. It has been one of the
single-best decisions we’ve ever made. That decision caused a domino effect in
our lives leading us straight to God, strengthening our faith as well as our
family.
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| Soar on wings like eagles |
Now I find
myself at another cross road, with God once again asking me to trade the
security of what I know and am comfortable with, for His path, which leads only He
knows where.
You might
think the choice would be simple this time, but it isn’t. Never the less, I’m
determined to trade my control for His. I’ll let you know how it turns out!
