Waiting to be Called
I haven't been content with my life ever since China. In that half a year, I felt like I was in the Lord's will because I was in a place where few people really knew the gospel and so, more obviously needed Him and needed to hear about Him. Ever since, I've had on-and-off bouts of intensely wishing I was somewhere else, doing something else. It often hits when I'm driving..driving to school, driving to work, driving to activities that don't mean much in comparison to being with Jesus and serving Him.
Then again, there is a vast difference between conviction and the calling of God. I'm convicted, that's for sure, but not yet called. I have family responsibilities, equipping, and healing that still need to be taken care of. I was thinking of all this while steaming my mom's clothes last night and realized, "Maybe God's will for me right now is just for me to be here, steaming my mom's clothes."
Being a real Jesus-follower I realize, naturally comes with a lot of intense internal conflict and struggle. Jesus knew this best, what with coming to earth as GOD yet people not even taking Him seriously and spitting in His face, and then going to the cross to die for the people knowing the majority of them wouldn't even acknowledge His sacrifice. I bet sometimes He just wanted to yell at them, "LISTEN TO ME, YOU FOOLS. Take Me seriously!" Not for His sake, but for our sake, so we would just get it and stop living aimlessly. Sometimes I feel like that, with the elderly patients who come into the office with only a few years or months or days to live.. I just want them to get it. I really, really wish they would.
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