There’s a sweetness that comes when we trust God with the unknown. It happens when every cell of our body exhales. It’s like that summer day when you lay in a shady hammock. Life slows to almost a stop and you taste salt on your lips. But it’s a zillion times better because it’s true soul-rest.
That’s how He means it to be. Us walking around on this planet believing Him, even when we don’t know where He’s leading next.
I’m exhaling a little more this week. I’ll officially let you in on my new journey.
Last summer I got a contract from a publisher for my first “big girl book.” So in all my free time (*joke*) I have been working on the manuscript. On Wednesday I completed the first draft — of the entire book — and sent it via email across states and ocean to the publisher.
Two seconds after releasing it into cyber space the lies came (because the enemy has no new tricks), “They will regret signing you. You’re not a writer. This book won’t have an impact.” Thankfully I knew they were lies. Not because I’m anything great, but because this whole book-deal-thing is completely God’s. So I just started saying true things until my heart believed.
Therefore, while the promise of entering his rest still stands, let us fear lest any of you should seem to have failed to reach it.
When we truly trust God with what’s next, we enter into His intended freedom. When we release the unknown — believing Him to be good and mighty and faithful and love — we find rest.
Whatever it is, He’s got it. His hands are big enough to carry it to the other side. I dare you to climb into that hammock and exhale.
Fill me, Lord…
In the day to day, how do we trust God with the unknown? What does it look like?