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Get Out The Way



It takes an incredible “act of faith” to step out on the unknown, but that’s exactly what God did—pushed me right out of the nest. I extended my stay, way beyond the appointed time. My wings were ready, but I secretly clipped them, so I could remain still.

 I’d been comfortably nested for years, while focused on the “lack of my own hands,” but failed to trust the real provider. I was so keyed in on my inabilities that I refused to take the first step. It was just too scary! What if I failed? Never once realized, that I was equipped to succeed!

I’ve always known my life purpose was tied to the ministry of “service,” but I failed to develop that hidden potential. I was afraid of rejection. I was afraid to be seen or even heard. I didn’t like attention because it came with an army or critics, including the biggest one within.

How would I ever help anyone, if I refused to help myself? 

I ran into a former high school classmate at the gym. We briefly talked about life, goals and ambitions. The life, he spoke into me, made my heart warm and fuzzy! He planted a seed that I kept close. He saw in me, what I refused to acknowledge. Being around other positive people always made me feel like I could accomplish anything; but then, in the confines of home, I remained stagnant and afraid.

It’s never been an inconvenience for me to jump at the chance to serve others. My problem is that I felt unworthy of self-care. It seemed pretty selfish, since others had more struggles than my shallow complaints.

Maybe, I secretly became addicted to the struggle, because that’s all I’ve ever known. I still feel convicted about treating myself to an occasional five dollar cup of Starbucks coffee. I even sleep in spurts cause “rest” appears unrealistic with so much to do!

I challenge you in the New Year to make “self” a priority and not an inconvenience. You can’t serve others from a place of lack.

Rest.
Recharge.
Reignite the fire within.

God has ordained you to “soar” with the eagles. You never belonged in the chicken coop. 

It stinks. 
It’s crowded. 
It doesn’t accommodate your calling.

2 Corinthians 6:17 says, “Therefore come out from among them and be separate, says the Lord. Do not touch what is unclean and I will receive you.”

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