Finding Freedom

WHENEVER A PROJECT—or a solution—that leads in the direction of service for others appears in a way I didn’t expect, never would have imagined, can’t do, and am not too thrilled about trying, I’ve learned it’s God asking me to stretch my self-imposed boundaries.

FREEING MYSELF OF OLD PATTERNS, of old ways of looking at things, of inaccurate beliefs about myself, rids me of the shackles I frequently manage to forge for my own ankle. At times like these I must look at what things can be, not what they are.

I HAVE NO CHOICE unless I want to make myself miserable. No reasons, no matter how logical they may seem to me, convince God. And no isn’t an answer He views with favor. I know. I’ve tried it often enough.

I’M ALWAYS REMINDED OF MOSES whenever one of these challenges comes along. Poor man. He stopped out of curiosity to view a burning bush, and as soon as he heard the Voice he began telling God why He’d made a poor choice. Right.

I WANT TO SAY: Moses, honey, stop procrastinating. The LORD’S WILL will be done—the easy way or the hard way—but, it will be done. So, forget how unsuitable you are. Set aside all your excuses. Go put on your best sandals. The time has come for you to do what the LORD wants done.

AND I’M REALLY TALKING to myself.

You’re blessed. Be a blessing.