Stepping out in faith. Think about it for a minute. What does that mean, exactly?
I can honestly say that until very, very recently, I didn’t know what that meant. I knew what it looked like–I had seen it from others. I knew what it sounded like–I had heard story upon story; testimony upon testimony about people stepping out in faith.
But why not me? Why wasn’t I doing it? Was it growing up in church? Did it make me stagnant? Was it accepting Christ in elementary school? Did it keep me from having a story? Marrying my high school sweetheart? Why had I never stepped out?
It wasn’t until last year, in several separate instances, that I finally grasped these things. I–we–have a story. We have said yes. From the prayer to the stoplight that led us back together to stepping out and getting married young (with no jobs, mind you). We just trusted. We moved to a town where we knew no one and trusted that we’d find a place to work and worship. Years and another move later, we answered a tweet about some messed up mailers. We said yes. It led us to our church and lifelong friends. Just saying yes–even when we don’t quite know what the question is. We stepped out so I could stay home with Baby Gray. I still don’t how that worked out sometimes–but it did! He provides. We said yes.
And now we’re saying yes to another huge change. We’re stepping out to where God is leading us. We’re going to the land He has for us–even though we don’t know what it looks like or where exactly it is we’re going. He’s called–all but audibly (audibly if you count musically)–so we’re going. It’ll be hard, it’ll be new, but it’ll be worth it. Yes.