Raising the White Flag

“Now my soul is troubled, and what shall I say? “Father, save me from this hour?” No, it was for this very reason I came to this hour.”  John 12: 27

I believed that God was leading me to write for publication. But soon after I finished the first leg of my journey, doubt and fear undermined my confidence.

Attending college in my forties changed all my plans. But after spending five years in the academic world, I sensed God renewing my initial call to write for publication. So I signed up for my first Christian writers’ conference in New Mexico.

When the day arrived to leave for the event, I didn’t know how long Mother would survive. Plus, I also struggled with my family relationships because of my intense focus on completing my degrees in writing during the past few years.

OK, Lord, I give up. All of my plans seem impossible. I can’t do this anymore. If you want me to abandon this calling, I will.

I thought of Jesus as he chose to submit to God’s will in the Garden of Gethsemane. “My Father, if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may your will be doneMatt. 26: 42.

Sometimes obedience feels like sacrifice. But when I think about the sacrifices that Jesus made, I can’t help but be thankful that he has given me the opportunity to serve him, even if it means making costly decisions.

Red Flags

Are you willing to obey God’s direction and trust him with all of your dreams and plans? As you focus on your times of surrender to God, can you recall your initial responses? What emotional reactions in your life came to mind as you read this chapter?

GraceTalk

What promises from God’s Word have helped you during a time of accepting God’s direction for your life?

Timeline

Take a moment to consider some of your own moments of surrender and note the dates on your timeline. Be sure to note how and when this challenge was resolved as you freewrite about it.

You are reading a post from Karen’s book “RESTNotes: A Fifteen-Day Devotional Guide to Words That Change Everything.”

Karen Jordan