What is your calling?
I feel like I always ask myself this question. Then I overthink what it means and end up frustrated and confused.
But God doesn’t operate in confusion and to be honest I believe I’ve known my calling for a long time I just haven’t quite figured out the avenue in which to live it.
Post graduation is fun, no school, getting to make my own schedule, and figuring out what is important to my life and growth. But it is equally terrifying and stressful for the same reasons. I have been a student for most of my 28 years of life and I didn’t realize how much of what I saw as my identity was tied to being a student. I know that my identity lies only in my Savior because I am His but it has been an adventure learning who I am outside of school.
Over the last few months in almost every sermon I listened to there was this one question that kept coming into my spirit.
What is in your hand?
Specifically a few months ago I listened to a sermon series by Michael Todd, a pastor I like to listen to, called Marked. It was about King Saul and David. He talked about how David trusted God to use what he already had in his hand to defeat Goliath. He trusted in the fact that God had prepared him for that moment and where he ended God would begin. It was the slingshot and three stones in David’s hand that God chose as the tool to elevate him.
Before that series I listened to a series by Steven Furtick called Work your Window, the question came up over and over.
I automatically knew that God was telling me something. He was kindly reminding me that my big impossible dream is from Him and if I allow Him to show His greatness through my “slingshot” he would elevate me to where He called me to as well.
However God decides to show His greatness through my words I will let Him. The pen in my hand is His.
Dear Abba,
My pen is your pen. With each word I write, I am in eager expectation of greatness. Let’s write Your story.
Love,
Your Darling Girl
Ps I love you
