Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Going Starts with More

 I used to believe that God had a plan for every one of us. It involved hugely important things like:

 1. Will I marry the tall guy or the taller guy?
 2. How many kids will I have?
 3. Where will we live?
 4. Will I have a job where I get to dress up?

I assumed that the plan had mostly to do with me, like God folded up a celestial-sized sheet of notebook paper and folded it into one of those oragami "fortune" games, then flapped it around a while until he had answers to all the Big Questions.

 1. Tall 

 2. At least 3
 3. Which year?
 4. You will sometimes wear earrings to your "job". Is that dressy enough?

Voila! His plan for my life.


Only I still felt like I was just half-way there. That's where the Going started for me, with the red-orange spark that there was more.


First, I had to abandon the idea that I was the one called to stay. I wasn't a Go-er. Maybe one day, but not right then. I was a stay-at-home mom. That was the beginning and end of all that I was capable of, all that could ever be asked of me. I'd go when my kids were in school...and by that, I may have meant college.


Now, I'm starting to see the way God likes to call us out. He loves up-ending us and showing up while we're hanging from our ankles. He loves the way we look when we step off the tilt-a-whirl, stumbling around, reaching out to be steadied, searching hard for our center.

He didn't make me an introvert because He wanted me to stay inside. He made me an introvert so He could shock my boots off by the way He'd never stop chauffeuring me to all the crazy places He needed me to go.


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