I can’t believe I said yes.
Actually, I can believe I said yes.
I’ve been needing to say yes to something like this for a long time, so the yes wasn’t the hard part. Yes was the only answer, and now the work (my work to do His work) really begins.
The ASK: I remember getting the email and I was too excited to read the words properly. Even though the email specifically said, “read this carefully,” my brain was in overdrive, and I couldn’t slow it down. My eyes flew over the body of the email one, two, three times and all I could think about, before I even found the question at the end of the email and finished reading it properly, was YES!
Once I calmed down and was able to read the letter properly, taking note of the details and the request to be prayerful about this commitment, I held myself back from immediately sending that ALL IN! response, because I didn’t want anyone to think I was being hasty; that I wasn’t taking this seriously. The truth was, and still is, that I need this. God knows I needed this, and he crafted another marvelous plan, one which I could not refuse, so this invitation was actually the YES to the questions I had for him:
Do you really think I am good enough to be a part of your plan?
Can you really reach people through me?
Do you really think I am strong enough to survive the challenges of your work?
To push through my own doubt and human shortsightedness?
Can you really use me?
As a person to reach other people?
As a woman to reach other women?
I think the devil delights in our doubt because it slows us down or halts us altogether, and that is as good as a win for him, because when we push through our self doubt and just take the steps (one at a time) to follow the path God has for us, the enemy stands no chance. (And that is before we even gather and form a team against his evil plots).
Even as I am writing this, I get distracted wondering how much time did I waste? How many opportunities did I miss? How many people did I miss?
I have learned one thing (over and over again) and it is that God is never wrong, and his plan, even with our delays and interruptions, is always perfect, as is his timing. He knows EXACTLY when we are going to step into it, and he already has plans for how to redeem the time before our yes (or between our “yeses” if you are reluctant AND distracted like me).
Sometime before that ask in December, Christa was already thinking about me and praying over my life, and how God wants to use it.
At least a year ago (but probably longer than that), Jake had already recommended me for RMG. (And, because I am doubtful and can be self centered, I felt left out, not good enough, looked and passed over, but I heard, “its not your turn, just be patient.” I thank God for his voice, and I pray that I learn how to use what he says to me for those outside of my immediate family and friends.)
Some time before that, unbeknownst to me, Christa had already SEEN me, which means I was already somehow a part of carrying out his plan. Which means that before I even had the confidence to dare believe that I was, I already was, doing his work.
Because sometime before that, I said YES to the call that has been on my heart for a very long time, and God removed every obstacle and every excuse, and every barrier I could think of NOT to answer his call. When it became SO BLARINGLY OBVIOUS that I was qualified or equipped or capable of stepping into his work, I couldn’t pretend or hide any longer, and though I still had a choice, I didn’t feel I had the ability to say no any longer.
That was the first yes in a REALLY long time, and now I can see that yes is just an affirmative word for surrender; because I finally stopped fighting his will. The bigger the yes, the bigger the surrender, and would you look at that? Surrender is the word I used to be afraid of. The word I tried to avoid and step around. Surrender is the word I didn’t want to use when I sat down to decide what this year needed to be about. It has probably always been about surrender, and I am just now starting to see it.
So here goes.
“If ever there was a surrender Lord, let it be my yes. And my prayer is that my Yes only grows bigger and stronger, to, toward, and for you.”