It has been almost two years that I’ve been at my present church. And in all honesty, I love the post, the place, the people, the prospects, and so on. Yes, I miss my son who is in Dallas, but I can deal with that. Yes, everywhere has sandpaper people (see yesterday’s blog). Yes, there are no Chick-fil-A’s within 30 miles, but I can make the trip when I want.
So why would I write a blog saying I want to move?
I have found the church I am telling God I want to pastor at. Nestled in the mountains this little church that draws my heart.
I am not sure the size of congregation. It doesn’t look like it has much parking. I don’t even want to think about the heating bill. And Chick-fil-A would be a little further than 30 miles. But the view – the beauty – the majesty. I would think this puts me closer to God.
So, if any one has connections, text me and I’ll send my resume.
But is this the way we all are? Don’t we think we know what is best for us, so we “tell” God what we want. We place our demands. And when we don’t get what we want, we often get mad at God. Basically, we act like entitled little snots.
There is nothing wrong with dreaming, aspiring, preparing. But we are to produce where we are planted too. Don’t look past the beauty of where God has you stationed.
The most beautiful place to be is in the center of God’s will.
What can you do where God has you … right now?