
I was in this dilemma. Could I leave my beautiful home in a great part of town, where I feel safe and secure and live among those who have never really heard about the true Jesus? To say yes, brought fear to my heart but to say no made me feel dead. As I came back home, I fell into quiet reflection and prayer and I knew that my only answer could be this, “Lord, if you want me to go there, I will.”
To be honest, after I said that prayer I felt like I was at a crossroads of whether I could really trust God or not. It reminded me of the story of Abraham being told to sacrifice his only son, Isaac. I can only imagine that with each step he took that the pit in his stomach must have grown bigger. To say I trust God is one thing but to live it is something different. As Abraham lifted his knife to take the life of his only son, the son that was promised by God to start a whole nation, it was then that God intervened and sent a substitute. Abraham passed the test.
For me, I don’t know where this leaves me. We are still in earnest prayer to see what God is asking of us. He may ask us to go. He may say stay. Whatever happens in the future I really have only one option and that is to trust in my living God with my entire being and know that His ways are good, righteous and perfect.
Easier said than done 🙂