My tendency thus far has been to take the words of the Lord and put them on like handcuffs. In the name of "faithfulness," I cling onto to yesterday's yoke and last year's inspirations. I stay up late and wonder if I'm still bound to the words that were spoken to me years ago.
I know that God leaves me room to change, but there's still something in me that hesitates to move on after I feel that a certain amount of direction has been provided.
Is something as fickle as my heart really a sufficient compass down this road?
I wonder if, when the time comes and the season does change, I will feel a sense of closure or if I will simply have to make a decision and move on. I suspect the latter.
I heard a story once about a man who came to Mother Teresa and asked for prayer. When she asked him for his request, the man replied that he needed clarity. She looked at him sternly and informed the man that she was unwilling to pray for clarity in his life. Flustered and confused, the man explained that he had come to her because she always seemed to have a sense of direction and clarity concerning her own life and her surroundings. Laughing, she corrected the man and stated that she had never once experienced clarity in her life - but that she had always possessed trust.
In the end, being able to trust is infinitely more valuable than having a moment of clarity.
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