One great thing about living in New Orleans is having the opportunity to take some interesting classes here at the seminary. I was reading for class last week and came to a section in the book concerning God's call and receiving daily guidance from Him. Both of those are crucial throughout my walk with the Lord, and I've had numerous discussions with some of my friends about this very subject. So mostly this posting is for those individuals who have questioned me about knowing God's will and receiving His guidance. The words below are not my words, but the words of Thomas Hale, the author of On Being a Missionary. I highly recommend this book to anyone interested in missions or even anyone who just wants to go deeper with your faith, to explore issues you may not have considered before.

There are certainly many books and publications that speak of how to discern God's will. This is just one source among those. I like it because it is clear and succinct. His bluntness on the matter challenges me. Maybe you will gain something of worth from it as well.

An excerpt taken from:
Hale, Thomas. On Being a Missionary. Pasadena: William Carey Library, 1995.

Many [Christians] have trouble with this matter of guidance. They say they're not getting clear signals from God; they're confused. In a few cases, the problem is one of patience: they are hurrying God. But in the majority of cases the problem is that they don't really want to do God's will above all. They haven't yielded themselves to God; they're holding back. They are putting conditions on their service. "I'll do anything, God, but... I'll go anywhere, God, but..."

Sure, maybe they don't want to do "that" or go "there". Maybe God doesn't want them to either. But God isn't going to show them what He wants until they have removed all conditions and reservations from their offer of service.

So, how to receive guidance?

First, present to God your body, your total self.

Second, choose to know God's will.

Third, promise God you'll do it. Knowing it is not enough.

Fourth, be obedient to what you know is God's will right now.

Fifth, listen to the Holy Spirit. If we don't listen, He won't lead.

As long as we do these things, God will unfailingly lead us step by step. If we obey God where His will is obvious, we will discern His will in areas that are not so obvious. Jesus said, "Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness" (John 8:12).

If you are not "getting through" to God, it is most likely because you haven't fully yielded your life to him. As long as that situation persists, you will not get clear guidance, must less a clear call. You will never have the confidence you are in God's will.

Praying for guidance isn't a matter of asking God to bless plans you have already made. It's a matter of saying to God, "I want your plan." And remember, God may reveal no more of His plan than you need for today. We keep worrying about the future—what we'll do after our training, for example. God says, "I want you to do my will today." It makes no sense to pray about God's will for our future if we are ignoring His will for our present.

Funny, but for those who are totally yielded to God, discerning His will isn't such a big thing. It's only when our will gets in the way that we have to "struggle" to know God's will.

Are some worried that they might get out ahead of God, misread His call, and dash off to Nepal or wherever by mistake? Yes, it may be possible, but not common. For every person who jumps the gun on God, there are ten people who don't get off the starting life. Don't worry so much about making a mistake. God can easily stop you. His problem is starting you. You can't wait until you're "absolutely sure" of God's leading, or you'll never move. Christians "live by faith, not by sight" (2 Corinthians 5:7).



















A good friend of mine died last night, and yet I'm having trouble convincing myself that he is actually dead—that he is no longer on this earth.

I guess that's what it's like whenever you are separated by distance. Someone you may only see once a year, when gone, your life eerily goes on as before. You wouldn't have expected to see them tomorrow anyways, but you had assumed you would see them again.

It's not like the situation with Tiffany's friend, Darrell, a man she worked with and saw regularly from 9-5. A man who she notices daily is no longer around. A man she misses. A friend she admired.

With Bob—my friend—I am having trouble convincing myself he's gone.

I'm sure that his wife is not having this trouble.

No, his wife is having troubles of a different kind. The trouble of realizing every second of every minute that he is not there—that he is not coming back. The trouble of remembering her last moments with him—perhaps as he walked out the door for a routine errand, telling her he will see her in a couple of hours. The trouble, that despite her peace of knowing he is in a better place, she will have no more days on this earth with the man, the love of her life, that she has spent the past several decades with—by his side and no other.

I'm sad for this loss. My friend who every time I would visit West Tennessee, I'd have the blessing of meeting him and his wife, Geraldine, at McDonald's—my granddaddy's social hotspot. Bob and Geraldine would walk in, smiles beaming to see me. To see the changes life has brought me and to hear about my latest adventures. Bob would give me a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and call me his girlfriend. He would brag on his grandkids and show me a photo he kept in his wallet of "his Hannah", his beloved sister who had passed away years before. I never met her, but if she was anything like her younger brother, what a gem I'm certain she was.

I miss my friend. I don't like it when God takes a life from this earth unexpectedly. It's too difficult for my mind to comprehend the reasoning behind that. But I know… I truly know… that I must trust God. To find peace in knowing that God is sovereign, that He is in control, and that He doesn't make mistakes. Does that make it any easier? Not really. But I can thank God for allowing me the years of knowing Bob since I was a little girl. Growing up with an extra grandpa who supported me, encouraged me, prayed for me, and loved me.

He would have spent today with my granddaddy. They had made plans to see the air show, something they had done years before and enjoyed so much. I guess Bob had an air show of his own—a meeting not with planes or pilots, but with the One who created Him and who does all things by His perfect timing. I trust that God welcomed Him last night with open arms, much in the same way as Bob always welcomed me.

"We forget how precious each day is and how it can all be over so quick. Our faith in a better life, that Our Lord has promised, sustains us, but our memories are real and long lasting. I know that I will try to be thankful for each day and to see the best in others." – George Younger, my granddaddy
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