As we mature in our walk with God, we strive to understand the call he has placed on our lives.
What is it that God has truly called us to do? For me, when looking back it seems to make more sense… my personal history, my personal search, and God lifting me up and out at the perfect moment to serve His purpose and reveal the call. Yes, He saved me, and even after I committed my life to Him, he allowed me to sit on the bench for a dozen or so years while He prepared me to become an ever growing disciple and begin to better understand the call He was placing upon me.
Before I knew Jesus, my life was a mess because of things I had chosen without His guidance. After I knew Jesus, as I sat on the sidelines waiting for the call, I experienced a new way of having my life turned into a mess. This time it was due to circumstance and the actions of another. For a long time I struggled with the conflict of honoring God by remaining in a dysfunctional marriage, or abandoning that marriage, which had become abusive. Had it not been for a perfect combination of unpleasant events, I would not have been ready when God nudged me toward the call. It was time for Him to rescue me and put me back in the game, His game His way.
So how did the call happen?
I opened my mouth and God spoke. What I mean is I found myself saying yes to things that were not my “normal thing”. I told everyone that I was petrified of children…I ended up working every Sunday with the children. I said yes to the Cuba/Florida covenant (now known as Methodists United in prayer) thinking it was just a little “attend and report” kind of job, but the Lord made known the call by placing a heavy burden on my heart for the Cuban people, so I committed myself to that ministry and I thought that that would be “IT”. I had found my niche in Gods plan. He even sent me to Cuba in 2003, and then… at the church in Santiago de Cuba, Pedro Castillo asked for my prayer request, and I (thinking this was going to be about Cuba) asked for a clearer vision of the call on my life.
God’s response was clear, yet very unsettling. I was not expecting to hear His still small voice, but I did, and He said to me,
“I am coming for My Church, not My Churches. You have work to do!”