The Lord said to Abram, “Go forth from the land of your kinfolk and from your father’s house to a land that I will show you.” (Genesis 12:1, NAB)
When I posted this on Monday I started thinking about how things had changed since I first wrote it a couple of years ago. Then yesterday when I had tea with a friend, we were talking about how things had changed for me and her for that matter. She asked an interesting question: How did the changes affect my calling, that I had compared to that of Abraham? I had to stop and think about it.
So much has happened since God called my husband, daughter and I to make that move. What we moved toward joyfully and full of faith, didn’t take long to lose it’s sheen. The new job that had prompted the move, soon became a job lost. The home we thought was so wonderful turned into an oversized elephant requiring more work than we wanted for this stage of our lives. All in all I was left feeling that we had made a huge mistake and should have stayed on safe ground in Pennsylvania.
There’s that word safe. How does one decide when to stay safe and when to take a chance?
We had taken chances all our lives, but never as big as this one. Had we messed up? Had we listened to the wrong entity? Did we make our decision based on the promptings of Satan instead of God?
Time for another perspective. Good things, God things have come out of this move. We made some very dear friends, something we didn’t seem to do in Pennsylvania. We found a church and school that we love and they love us back. We live in a nice small town.
The biggest changes I see though have happened to me. In PA I was a homebody. I suffered from anxiety disorder, which I was on medication for. I had an extensive family to turn to and lean on, so I had few friends. My writing was done mostly in a solitary way in a repurposed room in our home. I did some online critique groups, but only had one face to face, who offered great critiques. Their critiques were so great, that I became discouraged and set at least two of my books aside, because the books were stuck in a rut that I wasn’t sure how to fix.
Anyway, long story short, when we moved out here a lot of things had to change. First things first, with no family other than seven year old daughter and husband, I had to make some friends. This is where church and school came in handy. These entities welcomed us with wide-open arms.
But, what about my writing. It is in this area that I have seen the biggest amount of growth. I like to say if we hadn’t moved when we did then my writing career would not be where it is today. Some of you may not think, I am in an enviable position, but I would beg to differ.
I’m still not making a lot of money with my writing, but I have heard God’s leading and am following His path. Working with children to learn to write and share God with others through my own writing is the path He is leading me on. If we hadn’t made that move 3 1/2 years ago, I don’t believe that I would have found this path.
But how do I look on this stepping stone in light of all the challenges we have faced since moving. After some retrospection I’ve decided to let God worry about it. Whether this is just another stepping stone or we stay here, only God knows. I will continue on the path He has set before me and enjoy the journey.
So in conclusion: When we moved we made the right choice, listened to the right messenger. God was leading as He still is.
All for the Glory of God,