Posted by Danny
It’s hard for me to follow and especially hard for me to follow God.
You know, He’s just not direct enough. If He’d appear in a burning bush in my front yard and tell me what to do, I’d probably listen. But dang – sometimes it feels like he’s just not telling me anything at all.
I’m not a patient man. And I don’t really like surprises. That makes me think that maybe the issue isn’t him, but me.
In 1983, I dropped out of college after three weeks. I’d gone to a small Baptist school – that’s what everyone told me would fit, “You’ll be much happier at a small school.” Well, I wasn’t.
Truth be told, I just didn’t want to leave home yet. So, I went, and three weeks later I packed my car and returned home. If I recall, my dad was less than happy with me. But twelve months back in Fayetteville, NC, living at home at age 18, gave me enough desire to move forward. I attended NC State University, with 30,000 students, and discovered an incredible life.
When I dropped out, I couldn’t see the future. I was anxious about what would happen. And God didn’t tell me anything.
Instead, He slowly nudged me to apply to State. And he landed me in a great roommate situation – a guy I now consider a great friend. I thought I might be doomed to a life of folding sweaters in the men’s department at Thalhimer’s Department store.
After I moved to Raleigh, I was led to the Y where I found work (my lifelong career thus far) and where I met my wife.
I guess I did follow, and I guess He did speak. Not in a conversation like I’d have with you. And not in the timeframe that I would have liked (I wanted answers about my future the weekend after I returned home).
Be still and listen and not just with your ears. Have patience.
And life will work out.