So, there I was, holding on to the thick, braided, white rope. From there, though, the story becomes challenging.
He was tugging on it. I tugged back. I wanted to stay right where I was, but He had other plans. I figured that, if I tugged hard enough, He would come to me. What He was really wanting, though, was for me to come close to Him. It was a low-key war from the beginning. Eventually, I came to get used to the tugs and ignored them. Then, one day, I gave in. I made plans to respond to the tugs. Then, I followed through with the plans. I took the step.
When I popped out of my comfortable stance to the place where He was gently taking me to, I just stood there. That is where I am for now. Fog surrounds me. I can almost make out various shapes. It’s peaceful and quiet–the perfect place for a real conversation. First, though, some time for me to be uneasy and vocalize that uneasiness. Then, once I finally settle down, He’ll tug on that rope again. Maybe I’ll follow more quickly, this time. One thing’s for sure. I want to be closer to my Father. Every day.
James 4.8a: Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.