I woke up Monday with such a yearning in my soul for more of Jesus. I lingered in His presence. I journaled until my tired hand cramped. I sat. I pondered. I reflected.
Then I pulled out that handy-dandy 2012 list of goals I’ve been working on. It’s that time of the year, remember? Who am I?
As I jotted down a few steps to conquering what I thought God was laying on my heart, I felt a sense of accomplishment. OK NOW, I’m getting clearer steps to these goals. Goals for writing. Goals for serving. Goals for leading. Goals for “personal stuff.” The steps were coming together and I was excited, because I’m not a fine details kind-of-gal.
I closed my journal feeling like I had made some head-way. I got up ready to conquer the day feeling like I had already done a days work. Reflecting is hard! It was then that I heard it. That still small voice in the pit of my soul. The whisper.
There’s no way to describe the moment. I stopped. Paused. Tried to catch my breath. I went back to my journal, pulling out my reflections and goals. There is was again, the whisper.
None of this matters. Go Lower.
Putting down my journal, I walked away in total confusion. What, Lord? Lower?
I made my way to my computer to get busy on the days work of answering emails and meeting deadlines when I saw a notice that one of my friends had mentioned me in a tweet. Curious, I clicked wondering what the post said.
I can only say it was a total confirmation of that still small whisper that I heard. I might have even gasped out loud.
I have to admit, going lower and climbing like Jesus goes against my gut. I’ve been taught set those goals, strive for more, climb that ladder, reach for the top. And Jesus makes it so simple . . .