I decided that this year would be my year…my year of action…my year of purpose! I entered this year with so much excitement and so much hope for what it would hold for me. This year, I would be intentional about my goals: in my business, in my health, and in my faith. So, bright and early on January 1st, I got up, dressed into my work out clothes, grabbed my phone and my journal and headed down into the family room, so I could get to work on my goals while my family still slept.
My plan was to first, have quiet time with God, reading my Bible, journaling, and prayer. This was exactly what I needed to do to start the year off right. I decided to start in Luke. I don’t remember my reasoning exactly, I think I just wanted to read one of the gospels. I thought about skipping over the Christmas story. After all, we just did that. But then I thought better of it, and I typed in “Luke 1” on my smart phone. I had no idea what God had in store for me in what I thought was too familiar of a story!
He used the story in Luke 1 of the angel Gabriel appearing to Zechariah to tell him that his wife, who is old, would have a child. Zechariah had a less than stellar response, the consequences of which left him mute until the birth of his son, John the Baptist. He reminded me in that moment of what He had told me a little over a year earlier. He called me, and I didn’t believe. It didn’t make sense to me, so I pushed it aside. Now God was giving me another chance.
My entry from January 1, 2018:
God speaks to me so clearly, but I am afraid to move forward, always looking for a sign of what to do. I am missing my opportunity to serve and be used by him.
What has transpired since has blown my mind. Read Part II.