“What do you want to be when you grow up?” We’ve all been asked this questions and we’ve probably all asked this question to a child we know. But lately, I’ve been asking it of myself. What do I want to be when I grow up? And most days, at almost 30 years old, the answer is that I just don’t know. Vocationally at least. There are lots of things I want to do when I grow up, they just require me to spend money rather than paying me money. I was really struggling with this the other day at work. It’s been a bit stressful the last few weeks and I was struggling to find purpose in this season. And everything just hit all at once that day. During lunch, I ended up outside in order to get away from my desk and took a walk around the building. As I was walking, I started praying. Just whispers. Questions and thoughts that had been going through my head lately. And there was one question that …
It’s easy to talk a good talk about trusting Jesus while you’re safe in the boat, but what about when the time comes for you to step out onto the water and into the waves?
“I want God to write this story. It’s going to turn out way better if he does. But it’s HARD. “
“…as scary as it can be to give up what I think I need, it’s also crazy exciting to think how God will use it.”