Selling a piece of my faith?
I broke a 32 hour fast today, not sure if it was too soon. I have a clarity that I must be patient. That I do not have to do everything right now. In the last two days, I called and emailed the Kettering Registrar, called Greg Myers at CFC, and emailed Dr. Jamison at Eastern University. I also applied online to Central Christian College of the Bible, which pays for tuition. I have not heard back from any of them as of yet.
Although I do not feel closer to knowing where I am on the path of my life, I do feel closer to God. I learned I need to have a stronger faith, to be comfortable of where I am now in God's story. That my story hinges on Him, not on me. I can make it hinge on me, but that will only separate me from him. And if I am separated from him, I can count on my heart becoming dead again. That I will lose my zest for life and to serve others.
Life seems like a camera lens to me right now. The more focused I get on God, the more fuzzy the background gets. But so does what I am supposed to do with my life. I feel I have so much more to offer than selling cars. I don't see the benefit in helping others indulge in themselves. Every time I sell another person a car, and make money on their attempt to fill the emptiness of their lives, it's like I am selling a piece of my faith with it. I can choose life and God's story or death and my story. Not too difficult a decision. I'll wait and see what God reveals to me.
Although I do not feel closer to knowing where I am on the path of my life, I do feel closer to God. I learned I need to have a stronger faith, to be comfortable of where I am now in God's story. That my story hinges on Him, not on me. I can make it hinge on me, but that will only separate me from him. And if I am separated from him, I can count on my heart becoming dead again. That I will lose my zest for life and to serve others.
Life seems like a camera lens to me right now. The more focused I get on God, the more fuzzy the background gets. But so does what I am supposed to do with my life. I feel I have so much more to offer than selling cars. I don't see the benefit in helping others indulge in themselves. Every time I sell another person a car, and make money on their attempt to fill the emptiness of their lives, it's like I am selling a piece of my faith with it. I can choose life and God's story or death and my story. Not too difficult a decision. I'll wait and see what God reveals to me.

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