I was excited for this big opportunity. I was going to be used by God for something magnificent, something mammoth and something meaningful. I wanted to count.
What would it look like?
How would others receive me?
Would I do well by Him?
The wrappings of eager seemed to cover every inch of me, adeptly holding the vision of amazing about to unfold. I could feel it. I could see it. I could almost smell it…until, it happened. Until the phone rang with the call that said, “There has been a change of plans.”
Have you ever gotten one of those calls? The type of call that changes everything in a blink of an eye? The type of call that takes away the good you were supposed to unwrap, hold, look at, then jump up and down over?
There was another woman – and all I knew is it wasn’t me. A tear slid down my eye. I was asked to hand over the opportunity, the near once-in-a-lifetime dream. I didn’t want to, I really didn’t want to, but I did. Afterwards, nearly every part of me felt like kicking and screaming, letting all my insides out, but the other part of me knew God had some stuff to say.
But, how do you listen to God when he didn’t listen to you? How do you receive from him, when he has just taken from you?
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