I’m not going to be blogging for the rest of 2011. BUT… just because I’m not going to write anything new doesn’t mean there won’t be anything at all. In fact, I’ve gone back through the archives and picked out ten (count ’em) of the best posts of 2011. So, every weekday for the next two weeks, you’ll be reading a reminder of the journey we’ve lived this year. And if you weren’t here to read it the first time around, that’s even better.
So, without further ado, let me introduce you to the God who says “Come.”
I was always the kind of babysitter who was right in the middle of all the action. I considered my job to be not just watching the kids, but entertaining them as well. I bounced up and down on the trampoline, dressed in all kinds of get-ups, and danced around to the High School Musical soundtrack (which I probably have memorized by now, though I’ve only seen the actual movie once). I have the same approach with the youth group I now help with. I figure that the best way to encourage group participation is not to say, “go,” but “come.”
Let me tell you, I’m glad I serve the kind of God who says, “Come.” What a comfort it is to know that when God calls me to step out, He is not asking me to go alone; He’s inviting me to join Him on the adventure of a lifetime.
“Rebekah,” He says. “Come to Virginia with Me. Leave behind the home you’ve always known, and embark on this amazing journey alongside Me.” And though I told all my friends I was going to Virginia, I was truly following my Beloved into the great unknown.
It was frightening at first, to leave everything I’d ever known and follow God to this place. It’s always a little unnerving when He first guides me into something new. And if He had called me to “go”, it would perhaps have been impossible; but as I’ve already said, my God calls me to “Come” (which is much easier).
So I encourage you to not be afraid to accept His outstretched hand. The place to where He calls you is not as frightening as it may seem. Not when the Author of Life stands by your side. The next time you hear Him calling, don’t hesitate, and don’t turn away. “My child,” He whispers, “Come.”