This is an exciting time in my life. An opportunity to be astounded at where God has brought me. An opportunity to reach out to those who are waiting for their “shift.” And, yes, I am still on the journey, but thank God I have moved. A pastor, once taught on how the properties of the Dead Sea incorporated the action of receiving and not giving; therefore, it was stagnant. Stagnation aborts growth and fosters inertia. What a life lesson! We should move, but in the direction of giving more than receiving. Can a sista get an amen? What does your journey look like? Stagnation? Or movement?
On a shopping spree with friends one day, some wanted to split up and look for things on sale to meet their own specific needs. Having divalicious taste in shoes that day, my feet hurt. Those cute ten-minute shoes—so fashionable—so wrong—so I decided to sit down and wait. After sitting for a few minutes, the Holy Spirit nudged me to “move.” So, even though my feet still hurt, I was obedient. I stood and walked, but in a different direction than my friends. It was an unbeaten path.
Later, I returned to my friends, arms loaded with all types of goodies. I was joyful because I had found favor with several salesmen and for very little cost, I had items that would bless my home and others.
When they saw me, one of my friends exclaimed, “You weren’t where we left you!”
I smiled, and replied, “No, I moved.”
I realized then and there that it was in the movement (you see, it is a hearing and doing “thing”) that I received my blessing. And I’m doing a new thing as an author: publishing a book and giving my inner thoughts to others. There is some fear in the unknown, but I want to be a prisoner of hope. If anything should chain me, let hope have its way!
I pray that we are not where we were the last time mama, daddy, girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, wife, friend or foe saw us last. If you ever put out a spiritual APB (missing person report) on me, tell them not to look where I was last seen, because, dearheart, I will have moved. Why? Because, He’s able.
Don’t let anybody (even yourself) put you in a place where you don’t move (that’s right, don’t, not can’t—it is a choice). Let your spirit stand in agreement with the One who bought you with a blood price. To stand still and know He is God is a forward move, not a stalemate. Every day they passed by the man that lay by the pool of Bethesda, and he was always there . . . lying and waiting. He had to come into agreement before he could move.
Don’t be afraid if your forward move takes you along an unbeaten path. Get your life. He is faithful, and He will plant you where you will grow and flourish. And while you are planted in rich soil, you will move—first in the hidden places, then upward. Yes, my beloved, grow into maturity, dependence on God, and the ability to carry the seed to its birthing season.
I am praying with you today that you will pick up your bed of fear, debt, pain, sorrow, rejection, abandonment, and loneliness—and move. He promises that the trip will be worth it.