Sometimes it just takes a few tears…

The Post on Tuesday night was AMAZING. The pastor began to tell us how he has felt the call from God leading him to another church. He was so full of emotion when he kept assuring us (and himself) that God always provides. He began to try to explain his fear and excitement for leaving one church, and his usual life to go work in a new church. He gave an awesome analogy

Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!” “Here I am,” he replied. (2) Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.” Genesis 22:1-2

God was testing Abraham. He asked him to sacrifice his son, his own flesh and blood. What is God asking you to sacrifice? It really hit hard at church that night that missions is the field I’m being called into. I feel like I’m entering into this new lifestyle with a blindfold on. I want to be so analytical about things: what major should I persue? Who should I talk to? Should I research many countries and pick one?

And it’s extremely difficult for me to understand, but God just wants me to say “Here I am“. He KNOWS the plan. He will provide!!!

Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. {14} So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, “On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided.” Genesis 22:13-14

Our loving and gracious father provided for Abraham. He provides for you and for me. Whatever mountain we’re facing, God provides a ram, a Way. I pray that God keeps my eyes open during my journey, I don’t want to miss the mountain. And, while it seems silly, we pass by so many mountains. Opportunities probably come and go each day, and I pray that God will reveal them to me.

But now to tie in the title of this post, I felt choked up during many of the songs that night at church. It wasn’t until after communion and some alone time with God that the tears came down. I cannot begin to describe how much love and peace and how much of a call I felt that night beaming down from the Lord Almighty.

I honestly felt like God was literally pouring down his grace and mercy and endless love, and each tear that rolled off the tip of my nose was a physical reminder of how awesome He really is.

Sometimes it just takes a few tears… to know where you need to GO and to make every thing a little more clear.