This post is used with permission by Julia Arnold Nalle and her original blog post can be seen here.
Just a whisper. A Holy Spirit breathed whisper. A longing. A stirring that began years before but began to grow louder and more insistent as time passed. Adoption. One day, I said. One day. Later. Too busy now. My days too full. Not enough money. Not enough time. Later. Much later. When I'm married. When I finish my current projects. When my bank account is above zero. Another day. Not today.
All good arguments but the whisper stayed. The stirrings continued. The voice wasn't silenced. The God-ordained encounters with those who had gone before kept happening. Consider. Just consider. Pray. But... but...no...can't...not....all the arguments. Mental gymnastics. The money, God. Where? How? It can't work. It's crazy. I'm just out of school. So much to do. So many plans. My schedule is insane. Dear Lord - it's just not the right time.
Louder. No longer a stirring but a wave. A push. An emptiness. A realization that I lacked. Something. Someone. My life was full of nothing. Crazy, chasing after useless dreams. Circling - protecting my life, from what? My spiritual life - going through the motions. For what? My passion gone. Realization of my empty cup.
Then one day, suddenly-
The Holy Spirit whisper becomes a scream.
The Holy Spirit whisper becomes a scream.
GO.
GO. Now. Say yes. Despite the bank account. Despite the schedule. Despite the arguments. Despite it all. GO.
