From the Annals of Facebook: December 29, 2009
Where Crossroads Meet Window of Opportunity
On Sunday my pastor talked about time… how it’s short and how we need to be open to moves of God when they happen. I have been known to take some bold leaps of faith… only to run into a rock wall like Willie Coyote, Super Genius. Stepping out in faith does not always mean that you’ll be sipping Mint Juleps wearing rose colored sun glasses while a host of angels sing “Kumbaya” in the background. Sometimes, you step out during that window of opportunity like Abraham did in the Old Testament only to find out that there is a famine in the Promised Land. Things aren’t going your way. You aren’t even sure what way you’re going.
So does that mean that God is a liar or that you should only step out in faith when you can see the other side? No on both counts. Me? I wish I could step out wearing a parachute, but then that wouldn’t be faith now, would it?
I took a step of faith by quitting my job. Best thing I’ve ever done in eleven years. Jesus said, “Go” so I did. Unfortunately, he didn’t say where and I’ve been wandering around in the desert ever since. My faith, which started out really puny at the beginning of the trip, was not strong enough for the journey. I wondered where the hell I’d packed my parachute, but I never once doubted that I’d heard the Lord or that quitting was the right thing to do. I still don’t.
There has been all kinds of fall out (good and bad) from my decision and my faith has grown exponentially, but my decision to step out in faith then, is having consequences now that I couldn’t have foreseen. If I could have seen what was coming down the pike back then… would I have still quit?
When you hear Jesus and you KNOW that you’ve heard him, the answer to that question should be obvious. Would I have done things differently? Yes. I would have focused on Jesus and not my circumstances because all that ever does is make me fearful… and fear eventually leads to depression and, with me, depression is just a bus ride away from suicidal. Yes, I would have focused on Jesus and gotten his perspective on how I was to enter the Promise Land of Non-Teaching.
As it stands now, I’ve been unemployed/partially employed since May. I love my job with Job Corps, but it doesn’t pay me enough to pay the bills. As a result, I am finding myself in a position where I have to look for another place to live. At first, it was a terrifying shock. Bipolar Mode activated???
Then I did what I should have done in the beginning: I focused on Jesus. The more I prayed, the calmer I became. It’s amazing what you can hear when you’re not listening to the panic in your own mind. Jesus was giving me another opportunity. If he’d asked me to move three weeks ago, I would have listed all the reasons why I couldn’t possibly move. Fear being number one on my list. Lack of a job. Lack of money. Everything else on the list would have started with “lack” and faith would have fit rightfully at the top.
I made a huge mistake in 2003 when I didn’t quit teaching then. Jesus gave me an out: my school closed down. I could’ve looked for other work in another field. I hated teaching all the way back then and God answered my feverish prayers: “Lord, please let this be my last teaching year.”
The out was unavoidably a God-thing. I can’t even tell you how many times I prayed that before 2003 and after. But I couldn’t move beyond my fear. I didn’t take the out… I took the first teaching job that I could find…and I always wondered, “What would God have done if only I’d taken the out?”
The window of opportunity closed and I got stranded in teaching for six mentally traumatic years. Well, you only have to stick your finger in a socket once to get the point. If ever God gave me another window of opportunity, I didn’t want to miss it. And I didn’t. When he asked me to quit back in November 2008, I heard him clearly and have not regretted the decision. And now, I believe he is behind this call for me to move. It doesn’t really matter what happened in the physical world. In the spiritual plane the marching order was clear: move on and don’t try packing any parachutes.
My life is at a crossroads. I’m at the corner of Drama and Choice.
I could be morphing into Bipolar Girl with all the accompanying mood swings and episodes. Or I can choose to keep my eyes on Jesus. I can stop doing what I’ve always done in the past which was to completely withdraw and try to do it myself. But that never worked well for me. I need to humble out and be open and accountable about my needs. Both physical and spiritual. I need a lot of stuff in the physical… but I need Jesus more. I need help and I need prayer. I have so many questions about what God is doing in my life.
My panic is telling me to focus all my prayers on more hours at my job, a studio so I can live by myself, insurance so I can take care of my mental health and physical health needs, and money to pay my bills. But God knows I need all of that. The Bible says I’m supposed to “seek first his kingdom and his righteousness.” So, while you’re praying for all that other stuff for me (and if you know of a studio that might be available on this side of the island let me know)… please pray that I would keep my focus firmly on Jesus as I seek to put him first in my life.
And while you’re at it… check out the Tony Dungy video from “I Am Second” that I have posted on my wall. Makes you see failure and disappointment in a whole new light.