New Assignment

For 4 years of my life I planned and organized a christian women's conference in NW Indiana called "Tie Us Together". We had 3 wonderful conferences where people of many denominational backgrounds had their faith strengthened.  I never doubted what I was asked to do; however, I did doubt my ability to do the assignment.

After seeing the faithfulness of God for the first couple conferences, I didn't even doubt the Lord's ability to pull all the pieces together and financially provide. I was content in my inability because I knew He was able. I could have organized conferences for the rest of my life with complete contentment.

Our last conference in 2009 didn't turn out like the other two. The actual conference was fantastic! Jan Silvious brought the Word and Jennie Wellsand took us to the throne room in worship. But the finances didn't come through like they had in the past.

 I struggled for months and months as to why God didn't pay His bills immediently. My faith was shaken down to the core. I felt abandoned by the Most High. It was all I could do to hold myself together and not doubt in the existance of God.

I kinda felt like John the Baptist sitting in jail. Remember in Matthew 11, when John sent his disciples to Jesus asking, "Are you the Expected One, or shall we look for someone else?" Yeah,I felt like that. Here I had seen the Hand of the Lord working, I had lived in intimacy with the Savior, but with this one upset--I was severly doubting Him. I just wanted to make sure that He is who He says He is--and that His word is true.

Finally, after  months of silence, that Still Small Voice spoke loud and clear. He was changing my assignment. No longer would I organize women's conferences. He was giving me a new assignment. Had the last conference turned out like the first two, I may not have given up the assignment. I may have continued to organize conferences. He needed to slow me down--to stop me, so I would listen to Him.

 For the last year and a half, I have been listening to His voice leading me. He has put this blog together and named it "Homesick". He has asked me to be a communicator to His people with my writing and speaking. When called upon by the Body, I faithfully speak. When called upon by the Spirit, I faithfully write. Daily, I stand amazed that He chooses to use this weak vessel.

My assignment may never grow beyond this blog and a couple speaking engagements. I'm content with that.  The joy doesn't come in the largeness of what we are called to do. The joy comes in the obedience to the One who calls. Listen to His voice calling you and obey the assignment put in front of you. He is faithful.