sometimes I just need a clear answer

Saturday morning, like 7 a.m. morning, I sat across one of my dearest friends and we chatted about our lives, our art, our passions, our families, our pains, our joys...I realized that I'm in Denver for this conversation right now, but "God what's your plan with Steve and I...?" was the question left in my heart unanswered.

After breakfast, I sat in my quiet living room (Steve likes to sleep-in) asking God, "Why Denver? Why are we here? What's your plan for us here? Sometimes, all I need a clear answer..." And on Sunday morning during the sermon, the pastor spoke these words, "You are all sitting here because God wants to use you in reviving this city: your neighbors." And in that moment, I truly felt it in my heart that God was talking to me. It was an overwhelming feeling combined with peace knowing that God gave me a clear answer. He knew that I needed a little boost, a little motivation because life can beat up on you.

Whether you have a faith foundation or not, I do hope it stirs something within you. I know that after God answered my question/doubt and it left me desiring more of Him : Here are the thoughts that I am processing this week,

  1. What do I do with God's confirmation? I need to trust that He has equipped us to be ambassadors of His love, compassion and mercy. And how will I pursue this...?
  2. Conviction to examine how I love others. Do I love my "neighbors" the way I love myself? I show myself a lot of grace, room for mistakes, and I make sure I am comfortable. Do I do the same for my neighbors - the people Jesus died for? YIKES, I'm not sure I do!! 

// Isaiah 61 // 
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God,to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, instead of a spirit of despair.

with joy,
Aneta Nina