Our conversation had ended strangely and left me wondering if I had come to the right conclusion or not.We had discussed me mopping floors of all things, and I had told Him that even if He tells me that is what He wants me to do for the rest of my life, then I would do it. But, there was a problem. I had surrendered to this "humble" task, but it really didn't reflect my feelings or beliefs at all. Could I have been trying to just appear "humble" in this self-professed allegiance to Him? (Kind of reminded me of Peter.)
Even though I might not have interpreted things rightly, though, it all ended with a wonderful time of dancing round and round together, laughing and looking into each other's eyes. I thought, "He sure is patient with my searching."
After we whirled and twirled, I collapsed in His arms with a new sense of freedom in my heart and the loving acceptance of Captain enveloping me. Just then, something occurred to me, and I told Captain boldly, "I'm not made to mop floors."
"No?" He said quizzically.
"No, I'm not," I stated confidently.
"Why do you say that?" He asked.
"You put things in me-gifts, talents, abilities, passions and desires that surpass mopping! I said. Not to say that anything is wrong with mopping."
"What about what you said, that mopping isn't glamorous and that was the reason why you didn't want to do it and that you would do whatever I asked, even if it was mopping? You also said that you would consider your husband in all of this. What do you say about that now?" He declared, holding me accountable to my words earlier.
"I misjudged myself," I said.
"Well, you do tend to do that," He stated.
"You know me, Captain. I want You to give me the right answer," I said nervously.
"You have been struggling with this way too long. You must lay it to rest," He quipped.
"I want You to tell me," I said seriously.
"Nope. You must cross this bridge and be confident in it yourself," He stated.
"I keep telling you I'm a married woman, and it seems like the only call of woman who are married is to her husband," I said, waiting for His response.
"Do you believe that?" He asked.
Wanting to give the right answer, I hesitated. If it wasn't Captain, I would have thought it was a trick question. Oh, if only He would tell me, I thought. But I waited, and He just looked at me, waiting for me to speak.
Finally, I said, "No, I don't believe that. I believe You can call a woman who is married in a different way than you call her husband."
"Is that your final word?" He asked.
"Yes, it is," I stated emphatically without guilt, knowing I would never revisit this again in my life.
" Well, go and do likewise," He said.
"Are you talking in King James?" I said chuckling.
"Thou sayest," He said rather royally.
"Well, then I goest to fulfill Thou blessed call on my life, and right quickly," I retorted. With that statement He laughed more from the relief He knew I now felt, than from how I had said it.
Even though I might not have interpreted things rightly, though, it all ended with a wonderful time of dancing round and round together, laughing and looking into each other's eyes. I thought, "He sure is patient with my searching."
After we whirled and twirled, I collapsed in His arms with a new sense of freedom in my heart and the loving acceptance of Captain enveloping me. Just then, something occurred to me, and I told Captain boldly, "I'm not made to mop floors."
"No?" He said quizzically.
"No, I'm not," I stated confidently.
"Why do you say that?" He asked.
"You put things in me-gifts, talents, abilities, passions and desires that surpass mopping! I said. Not to say that anything is wrong with mopping."
"What about what you said, that mopping isn't glamorous and that was the reason why you didn't want to do it and that you would do whatever I asked, even if it was mopping? You also said that you would consider your husband in all of this. What do you say about that now?" He declared, holding me accountable to my words earlier.
"I misjudged myself," I said.
"Well, you do tend to do that," He stated.
"You know me, Captain. I want You to give me the right answer," I said nervously.
"You have been struggling with this way too long. You must lay it to rest," He quipped.
"I want You to tell me," I said seriously.
"Nope. You must cross this bridge and be confident in it yourself," He stated.
"I keep telling you I'm a married woman, and it seems like the only call of woman who are married is to her husband," I said, waiting for His response.
"Do you believe that?" He asked.
Wanting to give the right answer, I hesitated. If it wasn't Captain, I would have thought it was a trick question. Oh, if only He would tell me, I thought. But I waited, and He just looked at me, waiting for me to speak.
Finally, I said, "No, I don't believe that. I believe You can call a woman who is married in a different way than you call her husband."
"Is that your final word?" He asked.
"Yes, it is," I stated emphatically without guilt, knowing I would never revisit this again in my life.
" Well, go and do likewise," He said.
"Are you talking in King James?" I said chuckling.
"Thou sayest," He said rather royally.
"Well, then I goest to fulfill Thou blessed call on my life, and right quickly," I retorted. With that statement He laughed more from the relief He knew I now felt, than from how I had said it.
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