We are in a season of the unknown. A season of waiting. A season of uncertainty and confusion.

And I’m guessing I’m not alone in my frustration and anxiety with the waiting. 

What’s next? We don’t know. We’re in uncharted territory. We can speculate all we want, but we can’t know for sure what is around the bend. I ask God what’s next, and I want Him to shout down from Heaven and answer my prayers in a crystal-clear way. I want Him to write it out for me.

But that’s not how prayer works. I don’t get to force God to tell me what’s next. Instead, this is a chance for us to exercise radical trust and dependence on our Creator. And He is worthy of all our trust.

As I was pondering these things, I came across a very short story I wrote last summer. It was a creative story about something else entirely, another period in my life where I had to learn to trust God with the unknown. But it felt right for our current season, too.

It’s a comfort that God is still with us. He hears our cries. And when it’s time to walk, when it’s time to move, when it’s time to step into something new, He will tell us what is next.

As you read this short story, “Walk, My Child,” I wonder, where do you feel God asking you to wait in your life?

God came to me in the farmhouse. I asked Him, “What’s next, God?”

He said, “Wait.”

I didn’t want to wait, so I ran to the lake and called out again. “What’s next, God?”

Again God said, “Wait.”

I was frustrated. Wasn’t He listening? Didn’t He understand that I was ready? Hadn’t He planted these desires in my heart?

So I created a chorus of voices to ask with me, again and again, in every melody, “What’s next, God?”

God wouldn’t be moved. “Wait,” He said.

Tears soaked my cheeks and I fell to my knees. How could I wait when this tugging on my soul was so strong? How could I find patience when desperation ran through my veins?

“Okay, God,” I cried. “Help me to wait.”

Days passed, and weeks, and months. I waited. God felt distant. Perhaps in my waiting, He’d forgotten my pleas.

Then on a Sunday morning, a door flew open before me. I squinted my eyes, but I couldn’t see what was on the other side. How was I to walk through a door into the frightening unknown?

God was there, and I asked Him, “Is this what’s next, God?”

God just smiled. “Walk, my child.”

I walked through the door and into the next season. Peace filled my soul before I could see clearly on the other side. I knew it was good, for only through a word at the right time had I come to that new place.

I hope you enjoyed the story! And never forget… you are onederfully created.

Love,
Becca

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