(A post in which I am uncharacteristically open and ramble about my less-than-brilliant thoughts while improperly starting far too many sentences with “and”.)
But first, an old-ish photo that I found that makes me smile.
Right, okay, moving on.
So, I was reading about Moses earlier, and I stumbled upon this passage in Exodus that I thought was kind of cool/made me think. It’s where Moses is insisting that God’s got the wrong person for the job of freeing the Israelites. And he’s basically like, hey God, uh, leadership and public speaking… yeah, not on my resume. Wrong guy, sorry. Then he says “I’m clumsy with words.”
And Jesus is just like, Yo, MOSES. Wake up. And then! Then He says, “Who makes mouths?”.*
Who makes mouths? What a brilliant answer. I love it.
The Bible talks about those who even have so much as a mustard seed of faith can move mountains. Here, Moses had faith in a little thing – he had faith in himself. And Jesus is like, hey, you know what, have faith in something bigger. Have faith in ME. I made your mouth, I’ll give you words, you’ll do amazing things through me. So then Moses did, and he went on to lead the Israelites to freedom. He saved a nation, because he had faith in something bigger than himself.
I’ll be honest. I don’t know where I’m going, where I’ll be in three months, a year, or even what I’ll doing… But I’d like to have faith that it’s the right thing.
In church yesterday, we were talking about stress. We were supposed to make a list of things that we were stressed or concerned about. And I wrote down Belfast.
It’s not that I’m “worried” about Belfast, it’s just that I think about it everyday. And it’s kind of stressful, because I’m here, and I want to be there.
Which leads to this ridiculous notion that what I am doing here is somehow less meaningful or less exciting because it’s not in Belfast. And I feel like I’m not in the right place. But I don’t know if that’s my heart telling me that, or God’s heart. Ideally, they’re the same… but how do you know?
So, I guess really it’s not even just about Belfast. It’s kind of just that it raises the question, for me, why don’t I have faith in what I’m doing? I mean, I’m no Moses, but God made my mouth, too. I need to have faith that where I am is where I need to be. So that I always know that in this moment, in this situation, in this place, on this path, I’m where God intends for me to be. If I know that, then what more could I want? Must work on this.
Just some rambley-probably-not-terribly-coherent food for thought, I s’pose.
*I may have paraphrased a little. It’s from Exodus 4:10-11, check it out.
