I went outside tonight in my flip-flops and sat on the porch in a chair that faces west. As I sat down I caught a glimpse of the sunset and I thanked God for the beauty of His creation. The sky was shades of blue and pink and gray. As I began talking with Him, I felt a distance between us.
God feels far away from me sometimes. I spent a few minutes thinking about this, wondering where the distance comes from. While I thought about this I decided to take a walk. I walked to the front of the house and took a left. Not a right, a left. Going right leads to all the things I know – familiar things, comfortable things, routine things.
As I began walking – to the left – in a less familiar direction, it felt like I was getting closer to the God of all creation with every flip of my flops. I began to smile. As I enjoyed my walk, I talked to God about all the things going on in my life right now.
I am learning to be a better husband. I am watching my little boy grow up. I am making new friends and growing closer to old ones. I am starting a church. As I seek God, the things that really matter are rising to the surface of my life. Things that I used to put on the back burner of life are moving front and center and God is throwing things into the mix I never expected. As these things become more central to my life, I realize they are the things that bring fulfillment and purpose to who I am.
As parts of my life progress to new levels of significance, other areas begin to fade. Things I once held dear, I now find holding me back and weighing me down. Not because they are necessarily bad, but because they aren’t best. The problem is that I find comfort in many of these things. I often cling to them like my little boy clings to his favorite blanket, begging for it not to be taken away.
If I hold on to the things that are comfortable instead of stepping out with reckless abandonment it becomes impossible to keep up with God’s leading. My relationship with God gets distant because I can’t keep up with the life that God has for me while I am clinging to my comfortable routine. It’s like I’m running a race with a suitcase. And I’m not talking about one of the new fangled bags with wheels on the bottom, oh no, I am talking about one of those big, awkward, plastic, hard-shell cases that weighed 20lbs before you put anything in it. If I am carrying that kind of baggage with me, I certainly won’t win the race…I may not even be able to finish. I’ve got to lay it down.
I enjoyed my walk with God tonight. I was reminded that my whole life is changing and as this happens there are many things I have to let go of to travel the road He has planned for me. The same way I started my walk off in a less familiar direction, I must allow God to lead me to unfamiliar and uncomfortable places. If I spend my time and energy dragging my baggage along on this trip and clinging to what I know, I will get tired very quickly and probably give up. I must give all that I am to God and run to Him with reckless abandonment.
To truly believe in God is to lay everything down and follow Him.