Who am I?
Where do I come from?
Who do I represent?
What do I represent?
The questions plagued Felicia. They nagged and prodded, and she let them. She knew the Father was trying to get her attention, to shift her perspective. The questions made sense now. They challenged her beliefs and points of view in this time of global confusion and disarray. Was she living as God created her to live? Was this her best life?
She shrugged into her jacket and walked out of the house on her way to the office. Whose work was she doing? The questions kept coming. She didn’t answer, only meditated on the change they would force her to make.
The new normal had started in the physical but continued within her when things stopped making sense. Humans did not know everything, after all. World superpowers were powerless and confused in the face of a pandemic. Businesses could change their modus operandi, even if it were by force. So, she listened to the questions. She allowed the probing queries that would have been trashed in the past, assigning them a priority place. Things had changed.
What was she to do with the questions? It wasn’t the first time such thoughts had assailed her. All through her life, there had been junctions where she had asked herself if there was more? Points in time, when she had looked up and asked if He had created her for a more excellent existence?
Now, she supposed the time had come for answers. She knew within her that she needed to find answers or forever live in the mediocre state in which she existed. Felicia smiled as she drove, mediocre? No one would think of her life as average.
She finished in the top five in her class, from the best business school in the country. She married a man who seemed to be on the up and up. They were building a comfortable life, one filled not necessarily with top luxury but a place of ease. Now, all that wasn’t enough.
While in the office, she wondered if the attendees in her first meeting of the day also dealt with the questions? Had some people figured out answers? How?
“I am a work of art of God in Christ Jesus.” She said to herself as she left the meeting and made for her office, but what did it mean? Work of art, for what? Was her life meant to bring change, or would people stop, look into the portrait of her life and move on, unaffected?
It was at that point that she made the call.
“Hello Felicia, God bless you.” Her Pastor said.
She smiled. “Hello sir, I hope this is not a bad time?”
“No, not at all. How is Frank, and the children?”
“They are fine. Thank you.”
He remained quiet after that, and she was at a loss.
“Is there something bothering you, Felicia?”
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“Start from where you are comfortable.”
She nodded in agreement. “I have never challenged the way I live, nor my choices, but for some time, they have seemed like less. I don’t know how to put this, but I feel there is more to life than the everyday struggle to attain something or some level.”
He remained quiet.
“Questions about my identity keep harassing me, and I can’t answer them. No, I don’t want to answer them because I fear the change I will make. I also know that not answering means living a life on the surface with no depth. Do I need to make a change to live this life that calls to me?”
She stopped talking, not knowing what else to say. She hoped her Pastor would piece her rantings together and paint a picture.
“God is calling you. He is making you think about your life, the life He created you to live. The challenge is in your flesh. The bible says, when we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord. He is drawing you to Him. I know you know all this, so the question is, will you answer?”
“How? I have given my life to God. What else do I need to do?” She said, expecting a list of things to change.
“Go to Him, and ask. Tell Him you are willing to listen. Go in faith and stay there until He answers. Remember, our heavenly Father is willing to give good things to those who ask Him.”
“What if I can’t hear?”
“He promises in Isaiah 29 that the deaf shall hear and the blind shall see. Ask Him to open your ears and the eyes of your understanding.”
She laughed. “I expected more.”
“More of what, rules? God is available to teach each person by His Spirit. Go to Him and obey when He speaks.”
“Thank you, sir. I am grateful.”
Felicia rang off, knowing she had started on a journey that would change her life. She breathed in and out and welcomed that change, yielding to the Father’s care.
Till next time, be transformed!!!
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