Will you go wherever He leads you?

How do you respond to God when He tells you to "go" or "do?"

Does your heart say, "Anywhere you lead Lord I'll go?"

Yesterday, while fellowshipping with some of the ladies in my neighborhood, I found myself telling my "new" young friend and neighbor, Veronica, a mother to a three year-old, wife of five years and new to the faith... thedetails of when the Lord called me to be a homeschooling mom.

In telling the story my heart went back and I reminisced on the early years of my obedient heart.  Back then it seems that all of my prayers were, "Lord what is your will for my life?"  "Anywhere you lead me God, I will go."


Sometimes it seems like I get so far from that in my heart now though my sentiments are still the same.

What about you dear friend?  What is your hearts cry to the Lord concerning "the thing" He is and has called you to do?

In her book, "Wherever He leads me," Corrie Ten Boom writes,

It is a wonderful life that is guided by a God who never makes mistakes. The only condition laid upon us is obedience. 'When are you going to bring this message to the Japanese?' a friend asks me after he hears one of my lectures.

Until then I have worked only in America and Europe, Japan being far from my thoughts.  In my quiet time the instruction comes distinctly: Go to Japan.  I almost answer,'Yes, but...'

Obedience says, 'Yes, Lord,' and I have learned to obey.  I want to say, 'Yes, but I know

nobody there; I can't speak the language and it is so expensive.'

Again and again, I begin counting and forget that my heavenly treasurer reckons

differently from me.

The money comes, enough for a flight to Tokyo, where I arrive safely.  It is raining,

and from the air Tokyo looks dark and dreary.  I am not at all sure of myself.  In the

customs office a man asks me where he is to take my suitcase.  I tell him I don't know.

'Is someone going to meet you?'

'No, nobody,' I answer.

In his car he takes me to a hotel.  It is small, dirty and dark, but the manager understands some English.  But now there is conflict in my soul.  Was that really God's guidance?  What if it was a mistake?

I hardly dare go outdoors for fear I might lose my way back to the hotel.  Who would

understand me?

It becomes a real temptation from Satan.  How terribly God's children are tempted in

these times.

Then I read in 1 Peter 1 that we are guarded by God's power until we fully enter into

our spiritual heritage.  The passage continues,' This means tremendous joy to you, I

know, even thought at present you are harassed by all kinds of trials and temptations.  

This is no accident—it happens to prove your faith, which is infinitely more valuable

than gold, and gold as you know, even though it is ultimately perishable, must be

purified by fire.

This proving of your faith is planned to bring you praise and honor and glory in the

day of Jesus Christ.'

No accident —planned!

God makes no mistakes!  How it happens I cannot explain, but trust takes the place of

doubt and I can say, 'Lord, I know I am safe in Your everlasting arms.  You are

guiding me and will surely make the next step plain.'

Then comes to mind: David Morken.  Is that God's answer?  years ago I met David at a

Youth for Christ meeting and he told me he might be sent to Japan.  Fortunately the

telephone directory is printed in English, and there is his name.

How wonderful, for the next step is clear.

I pick up the telephone and hear a voice saying, 'Mashie, mashie.'

In confusion I replace the receiver.  I cannot even make a telephone call in this strange

land of strange people speaking a strange language.

Finally, the manager gets the number for me and I speak to David.

That day I am his guest, after which he secures a room for me in an InterVaristy

Christian Fellowship house.  The first week I speak three times, the second week

eighteen times and the third week twenty-six times.  A season of unusual blessings

awaits me.

How happy I am that I said, 'Yes, Lord,' instead of 'Yes, but ...'

Friend, how has God been asking you to obey Him?

This post is linked to Ann Voskamp's blog, A Holy Experience.

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