For a while now, I’ve felt like God is urging me to launch out. Like I need to get in the faith boat, untie my boat from the dock, and push myself out into the unknown. And unknown is really it as I have no idea what I’m suppose to launch into or how to do it. I’ve just strongly felt like I need to do it. Like my calling, my future, my dreams, etc. are waiting on me to launch out.
And that’s all there is really. 🙂 It’s hard to write about this because that’s all I know.
“Micah, launch out.”
“Okay, Lord, where to?”
“Mic, you’re supposed to be launching.”
“I know, but you haven’t told me how.”
“What exactly am I launching from?”
Okie dokie, so . . . I tried fasting. And that’s a joke for me. By 2 o’clock I was so whacked out from not eating that I felt physically sick. I need to figure out a way to fast yet keep my blood sugar up.
So instead, I’ve been doing lots of praying, lots of listening, keeping my ears in tune to anything that might give me a clue of what I’m supposed to do. I’ve had lots of sleepless nights lately. Lots of internal contemplation, examining my heart to find out if anything’s off, asking if I got out of whack somewhere or did I take a wrong turn, and basically, just getting myself as lined up with Him as I can possibly be.
Funny thing is that I have an idea of what the launch is, but it’s so big, so ridiculous, so involves my husband and my child’s welfare that I can’t do it unless God speaks clearly and loudly to my partner in this life. So he fasted on Tuesday and did great. 🙂 Yet, he’s not getting the urge that I am.
Therefore, we are back to square one. Back to waiting on God . . .