Last Friday, a group of friends gathered in our living room with one purpose and plan in mind; we were going to pray and listen for God’s direction. Not for our lives or for our future. For right now. Friday night.
We gathered together and began praying that God would move on our hearts and minds; that he would impact us personally, and show us collectively how he wants us to follow him for now, for this night, in this moment.
When we finished praying, we gathered together to share thoughts on what we should do. One group felt to head to Dimond Mall, another drove to Lake Hood, and yet another zoomed downtown to talk with people on the street. Toby and I had the kids, so we scooted off to McDonald’s Playland. The purpose was simply to follow God’s voice and do whatever he told them to do.
Some were looking for a specific person that God had shown them. Others were simply looking for a lonely face that might need a word of encouragement. One group came prepared with a carload of bags of groceries to hand out.
After a couple of hours, we gathered back at the house to compare stories and dive into a little ice cream; and there we discovered something.
While some felt as though they saw God move in their group specifically, others felt as though their adventure was a more random, general, but highly positive experience.
However, one commonality came up among everyone. Peace. A undeniably welcome, surreal, sense of calm and contentment. At one point in the midst of the Playland chaos, Toby leaned over to me and said, “I am completely void of stress! I have no direction, no place to go, no agenda. I’m simply waiting on God. It almost feels like we’re on vacation.”
As we debriefed over coffee, Danny later stated that he rarely feels free in his mind, no worries, no direction, no definitive purpose. Yet, he also felt an overwhelming sense of calm as a direct result of the mission to simply wait on God, hear his voice, and follow.
There is something beautifully secure about being open to God’s voice and leading. Does it mean that we’ll always know what’s happening? Will we have the map laid out before us? Is there a guarantee that we heard him correctly? Absolutely not.
We’re seeking him and following his lead. We do what we know to do. He does the rest.
In this strange dichotomy between having a mission and purpose, and simply following an unknown mission and purpose – there is a unique place of divine peace.
It’s a welcome place.
It’s a place I’ve grown to love.
It’s a place my heart longs to be.