This story began a few months ago, I needed to apply for a new job, and I did just that. I got my first choice job, yet everyone I told about this congratulated me with a whimsical glance. You see, I chose a job an hour away from where I used to live, an hour away from my church, an hour away from my geographically closest friends, and several hours away from family. This time last year I had no intention of working in this town, it wasn’t even on my radar. I was going to move to the city, be nearer to my church, friends, good food, and live in a nicer apartment. There were hundreds of jobs that would have kept me close to them, but I chose this one.

{Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”} Is 30:21

You see when the time to apply for jobs finally came, something began to pull on the chord strings of my heart. I was directed to this strange place, the job seemed just as appealing as any in the city so why here? I prayed and nothing changed. I prayed some more, and nothing changed. Then I asked God the very dangerous question that we all do with so much apprehension; “let your will be done.” Boy! Did He do His will?

I placed the job as my first choice and the other ‘common sense choices’ hundreds below, and the bargaining began. I told God I didn’t mean to put it as first. But if He thought it was right and I got it, then that would be ok. Well, I got it, and then the questions from others came. Oh no? Why did you make such a choice? How did you end up with that job? But that’s the worst place to live in the country? With the hours you work, you won’t be able to commute! As I attempted to explain my decisions to others, the logistics of saying yes began to weigh me down. I realised that I may not be able to attend bible study as promptly or often. I would not find the kind of apartment I wanted. I would not have access to amazing burgers and steak. My friends would not be within a 20-minute drive when bad days came. My overwhelming sense of peace was turning into fear. And I began to question my yes, asking myself; “was it even God in the first place?”

However, a few weeks ago, I attended a women’s Bible study group at church and we were asked; “do you have any fears about saying yes to God?” I lifted up my hands and said with a shaky voice that I did. I confessed to those women that I knew that saying yes would mean leaving the safety of the familiar and moving into unknown waters. I was encouraged, as many said they agreed with me, they acknowledged my struggle. But there was one who said something different. She called me to the corner after the session and said; “Dami, whatever God is saying to you, do it. Just leave everything else and do it with a willing heart.” I realised that I may have heard, and I may have obeyed, but I still needed to be willing.

“If you are willing and obedient, you will eat the good things of the land” Is 1:19

It was then I remembered that if I follow God wherever He calls me, He will equip me and give me all I need to succeed! So here I am! In the waiting, holding on to the truest of loves, knowing that He will never let me go!
I would like to encourage you to trust in God! Whether you are in a quiet or changing season. If He called you there, He will see you through.

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