Letter #671: Obedience Matters

Dear life,

Talk in class out of turn as a 3rd grader…change your color.

Come home after curfew as a teenager”…grounded.

Miss a defensive assignment on the court”…benched or at least loudly informed of your failure.

Drive 70 mph in a 55 mph zone”…nice conversation with a cop and a whopping ticket.

Our whole lives we’re told to obey. In every facet of life. School. Sports. The law. Our parents.

From the beginning we’re told. I never once had to be taught to disobey. As you can tell from my examples, I’ve had my fair share of moments (and these are my minor ones!). Moments where I disobeyed. Moments, that because I did, I then had to walk in and reap the consequences.

But the examples I used are no brainers. We’ve all broken a rule in school or been disciplined by our parents at some point.

What happens when it’s a bigger deal? When it’s not so clear of what’s right? When it’s clear of what’s right, but doing it means walking in hard consequences? Then what?

The thing I’ve learned about obedience is that it always matters. In the little and in the big. When consequences are minor and when they’re major. When people agree with you and when they don’t.

Obedience matters.

We studied the book of 1st John this summer at camp, and if I had to boil down what I learned from it in two words those would be it. John says that if we know the Lord, then we are to live like Him. It’s not good enough to claim Christ, then turn around and disobey. John goes as far as saying that our actions are how we can know we know Christ.

In a culture where right is wrong while wrong is right and integrity can be appreciated but isn’t expected, I cannot shake these two words.

Obedience matters. In every facet of life. Even when it’s hard. Even when it doesn’t make sense. Even when you want to throw in the towel. It matters, and it’s a choice. A daily”…let’s be honest, a moment by moment choice. Choose wisely.

Obedience matters. Period. End of story.

Lindsay

“By this we know that we are in Him: the one who says he abides in Him ought himself to walk in the same manner as He walked.” 1 John 2:6

Letter #634: One Step

Dear steps,

I ran a half marathon in the spring. 13.1 miles. I read somewhere once that’s about 25,000 steps. Wow.

As we go through this thing called life, we’re all on a journey. Our destinations are all the same (death :)), but not one of our paths look alike. I love and hate this at the same time. We question our journey and compare ours to others unnecessarily because we think ours needs to look like everyone else’s.

The reality is, none of our lives are going to look alike. Let’s stop trying to imitate others’ paths and start living in our own.

So I’m stepping along over here, doing my best to embrace my path. Sometimes I take lots of you consistently because I can see where I’m trying to get. Other times, all I can do is take one. I can’t see any farther. I don’t have enough courage or information to take anymore.

Both are acceptable. Both are exciting. Both are going to happen at different points in our lives. Sometimes I know the big picture of where I’m trying to get and take the steps to make it happen. Others, all I can do is simply take one step out of faith and trust I’ll know the next step because I had enough faith to take the first one.

This is where I sit currently. I’ve taken one step without knowing what’s next in a particular area of my life. I don’t know all the answers. I don’t have financial details worked out. I have no idea what exactly I’m going to be doing. This one step has taken me more out of my comfort zone than maybe any one thing in my life.

So what’s my one step? As of a week ago, I’m going to Zambia, Africa December 26th-January 4th. I’m going to Africa. I AM GOING TO AFRICA!!!!! I don’t think it’s fully sunk in yet.

A really long story I’ll probably never be able to fully share short, I started praying about the possibility of going to Africa more than two years ago. Through books I’ve read, friends I’ve made, prayers I’ve prayed, causes I’ve supported and things I probably don’t even recognize, a flippant prayer prayed more than 24 months ago will soon turn into reality.

I couldn’t be more excited, yet nervous. I’ve never been more unsure about something, yet so sure. I couldn’t feel more inadequate, yet I’ve never felt more peace. I don’t know many details and I have no idea how I’m going to come up with nearly $5,000 to get there, but I do know I’ve taken one step. The next step will make itself known in time. For now, I will continue to rest in obedience of the one step.     

For the planner that I typically am, one step isn’t good enough. I want destinations. I want a plan to strive for. The older I get, the more I learn I don’t need to know everything to be obedient. Honestly, if I knew everything that was coming at me in the future, I’d probably run the other direction. God probably knows I can only handle one step. And He’s probably anxiously awaiting the opportunity to reveal Himself to me as my faith and trust are stretched.

Here’s to a wild ride filled with lots of steps,

Soon to be Africa goer/step of faith taker

***I’ll include more details in later posts, but I’m going to do camp for a week in Africa. It’s called Dream Camp through Family Legacy. Find out more here.***