My most vivid memory of sharing ministry time with Chloe is that she carried a pocket-sized artist pad of paper and an artist's pencil. She sat quietly on a stool in the dressing room crowded with more flesh than clothing and sketched a picture of God's love. There was a specific woman she felt Holy Spirit was guiding her to bless with her picture.
And so with the limited vision of standing at the beginning of something new, I am determined to let go and follow Jesus wherever He leads. I feel the security of remembering His past faithfulness. And yet, I am fully aware of the ambivalence of knowing not the path nor the destination of His leading.
I grew weary of the wrestling and spinning and the voices and the questions and doubts. Honestly, I love that place of surrender! As difficult as it is for me to get there sometimes, it is the best feeling to drop all the baggage I've agreed to carry and crumple at the feet of Jesus.
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