Deep Thoughts on Moving, Part 1


Two years ago, God laid it on my heart to move.

Not to any specific place, but to leave comfort, security, & familiarity and go where He sends.

I've always been a homebody. I joke that my idea of "going out" is driving to the closest Redbox and back. Perhaps I am this way because my family & I moved a total of 10 times since I was born, & 7 of those moves were to different states. Whatever the reason, the idea of traveling a lot & touring as a musician absolutely never appealed to me.

But it's a funny thing how God changes our hearts. Not only do we become open to an idea in complete opposition to our previous desires, our hearts suddenly yearn for the very thing He's calling us to do.

That's how it's been for me over the past 2 years.

I would hear God's voice loud & clear through scripture as I read His commands to Abraham & Sarah, "Leave your country, your family, & your father's house, for the new land that I will show you," (Gen. 12:1) & to Jonah, "Go...& preach..." (Jonah 1:1-2) & then to Jeremiah, "Go! Get yourself ready! Tell them everything I tell you to say. Do not be afraid..." (Jeremiah 1:17), & yet again in Isaiah saying, "Whom shall I send?...And I said, "Here I am. Send me." (Isaiah 6:8)

And I would hear these calls from the Lord & have this sense of urgency stirring in my heart & yet God kept saying, "Not yet." Or, as I like to call it, "Hurry up & wait."

The whole experience made me feel like pottery. I had been molded for a specific use, painted, & put through the fire, now ready to be used for a grand purpose, only to be laid on a shelf to collect dust as I waited longer still.

Yes, I know I've been used on that shelf in the lives of those encamped around me, but all the while there's been this sense of anticipation, of knowing change is in the air. A change I thought for sure would carry me away before those around me.

But then, something interesting happened. Something downright heart-wrenching happened.

As I sat on that shelf amidst my little community of friends & church family, waiting to be the first to be carried away into this great purpose, The Potter slowly began to remove these people from my shelf. One by one they were carried off to their new homes, states, vocations, churches, & ministry callings...& I began to feel like the last man standing. Heck, I am currently one of the few "last men standing."

But then, out of no where, a phone call, an open door, a change in the winds, in the plan, & circumstances turned this impatient piece of pottery in a new direction. Don't get me wrong, I am still on the shelf, but now I've been repositioned to a place that has prepared me to be ready to leap off the shelf at a moment's notice & jump into the great unknown...

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