When I began the #pacificnorthwelch journey, behind the excitement, behind the brave exterior, behind knowing I was following God’s call on my life – the next, best, right step – I was terrified.
Shaking in my boots.
It was a big step; a key transition in my life & calling.
What if I failed? What if I stumbled? What if I left my community & family behind & fell flat on my face?
What if I was wrong about my calling & God’s direction?
I know I’m not alone in this.
We wonder about the right job, or that relationship with our significant other. We worry about making a mistake in our life & winding up so far outside God’s plan for our life He can’t or won’t use us anymore. We question everything & sometimes we let fear come before faith; occasionally we let fear hold us back from the next, best, right step in our lives.
We all do it.
I’m confident of that.
I bet Mother Teresa questioned this too. I know Jesus’ first 12 disciples did.
But in the end, fear never got the better of them.
Faith won out.
That’s why #pacificnorthwelch is a reality.
Now, almost a year later, I’m left again wondering what is next?
I don’t have a plan.
I don’t know my next, best, right step. I only know faith wins; fear will lose.
If my God worked to get me up here to the glorious PNW & has been so faithful in this season – why would I ever doubt what is next will be better than what came before it?
Sure, dreams & visions of the next year have changed – but in the last year I have had a front row seat to God’s faithfulness in taking a risk – a holy risk.
Callings have been affirmed.
Gifts have been pointed out & encouraged.
Areas of my life have been challenged to give to Jesus.
It’s been a test in learning to trust my gut.
If I doubted who God made me to be – that’s gone.
I am confident I know whose I am, therefore I am confident I know who I am.
I am confident I am not alone.
I am so sure, as the dust settles, somewhere, sometime, the Holy Spirit will show me what the next, best, right step is in this season – on this grand #pacificnorthwelch adventure.
What I know is it’s not over. There’s too much left to learn.
In the words of Happy Gilmore, “It ain’t over yet McGavin, the way I see it we’ve only just begun.”