It’s still ticking in my Countdown app. 16 DAYS 5 HOURS 5 MINUTES and 33 SECONDS as of this minute. It was my freedom date. A date I dreamed about for years. A date I longed for to the point of exhaustion. And the entire time I felt God leading me in that direction. I avoided it because it made absolutely no sense anyway.
Leave my job and do what exactly? Ok, God . . . I will get right on that. These bills, though.
At some point, however, fighting the unknown became more exhausting and unsettling than surrendering into the wilderness into which I felt God beckoning me. And so I did. I quit my job with no plans other than to tend these seeds I planted, stretch out my arms into the world of self-employment, to travel and Just BE.
And then, God does something unexpected. He sent me directly back into the thing I was certain He bowed His head to my leaving. Don’t worry, I already repented of the look I flashed toward Heaven. Does not compute.
But, “His grace is an ocean and we’re all sinking.” And I am currently drowning in the absolutely crazy way He is showing His abundant grace in my life and this weird season that I’d prayed about for YEARS.
So I’m taking a summer off to be wild and free and then coming back to the place I loved to hate for a limited time only to help usher this place into a new way of working. Someone saw beyond my job description into the way I’m wired and the way I can be of service here and basically created new work for me to do.
This doesn’t change my plans with Handsome Lucy and I pray that God continues to breathe out ideas for me to plant. I am exceedingly grateful for the gift of respite and the opportunity to reset. I’ll come back in the fall and lay some new groundwork for this place, and then come January I will once again turn to the Father and say, “What Next, God…only can it be on a beach this time, please?”
What’s your story? How has God interrupted your life plans in a crazy way?
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