I have found myself at a cross-road.
The words “ but where will I go?” have become a stumbling
block in my quest for advancement.
I want to get married—but where will I go?
I want to have a good job—but where will I go?
I want to go back to school—but where will I go?
I want so much—but where
will I go?
Here is the Lords response to me: “So Abram went, as the Lord had told him.” (Genesis 12:4)
Isn’t it strange that He didn’t give me my own tailored answer? With
my name being called out, or something that would make me over emotional like
“I have you in the palm of my hand,” or the ever used verse: Jeremiah 29:11.
No. Instead he directs me to a story I learned as a child. And instead of
speaking to me and saying “Yes I can,” he points out a miracle he’s already
performed and says “Yes I did.”
What is comical, to me, is that I ask “but where will I go?” And He
asks “Why?” It becomes one of those arguments you have with your parents, where
you ask them a question and they respond, or vice versa, with “none of your
business.” I don’t know how many of you argue with God, but I know I do. I do
it frequently. I rarely receive his tender words like a lot of people do. I
often find myself being scolded. It’s His attempt to shut me up and get me to
listen, because he knows soft words don’t resonate with me. So when I ask “Where?”
He responds “Why?”
-“When?”
-“Why?”
-“How?”
-“Why?”
It’s a never-ending argument, but I appreciate His firm rebuke.
“As the LORD told Him.”
Sometimes I forget that I don’t know better. And even more-so—that He’s
already done it. So even if I am completely blind in my endeavor, so was Abram—and
God made him the father of many nations.
There is no doubt in my mind, that
even after learning all of this, I will still (absolutely) ask the same question.
This time, however, I’ll only ask that he tie the blindfold tighter, so that I
don’t see the cross-road.
