Linking up with The Gypsy Mama:
“On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Your words. This shared feast.”
Today’s topic: EXPECTATION
I drove back to the office gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“Okay, Lord. I really believe, with all that’s in me, that I’m supposed to quit my job. So I’m going to do it. If somehow I’ve misunderstood things, please stop me dead in my tracks and don’t let me do it. Otherwise, I quit. And then trust You.”
I so clearly, so loudly, so pleasantly heard a reply, “How many more confirmations do I need to give you?”
Just like Him to answer with a question.
I burst out laughing and drove back to my office and quit. With no safety net. No plan.
The next couple of weeks were exuberant. It felt 100% effervescent…like I was being carried on soda bubbles every step of the way. The funny thing about having no safety net is that it leaves you relying on The Safety Net. I had absolutely no choice but to trust Him. There was no option but to have Him come through for me. It was the most liberating freedom I’ve ever experienced. Nothing has ever come close.
I often forget what it’s like to have expectations of God. Not to expect Him to give me everything I want or do as I say. But to expect Him to care for me. To expect Him to love me. To expect Him to clothe me like the flowers, to feed me like the birds and provide the ram in the thicket. To provide green pastures for me to rest in. To be my strong tower and my refuge. To expect that when I trust Him, there’s no other choice but for Him to come through…even if the outcome looks different than I imagined it would.
“Watch for the new thing I am going to do. It is happening already—you can see it now!
I will make a road through the wilderness and give you streams of water there.”
(Isaiah 43:19, GNT)