"This time Jonah started off straight for Nineveh, obeying God's orders to the letter..." Jonah 3:3 (The Message)
As Richard and I were heading to bed last night, I struck up the conversation again about this calling God has put on my life. I'm blessed to have a husband that is full of tremendous wisdom and grace. He has studied me and knows me better than I know myself. So when it comes time to have hard discussions, he knows exactly when and how to say things. (The art of communication should never be taken lightly. How we say things, what we say and when we say them makes or breaks the outcome.)
I'm still amazed at how well he handled me. How he poured out wisdom and "food for thought"...He helped me to realize some things I had not thought about. He focused me on the important things. He showed me the truth about the sacrifice. His words were dripping with the love of Christ. The Holy Spirit used him to shed light...and I walked away with more peace than I've ever had about this particular subject matter.
Things are beginning to seem "doable". I no longer want to throw up when I think of the calling. But I still feel myself trying to throw my arms up to stop myself from getting too close. But those arms are quickly becoming paralyzed from the thought of missing the Lord's call on my life. The reality of missing the Lord draws more fear than the fear of the calling itself.
I am running...running after you....Lord!