Being Blindfolded in an Unfamiliar Room...

God gave me a little analogy the other day, and I thought I had better write it all out before I forgot it and floundered through yet another time of disobedience.

Faith is like walking through an unfamiliar room with my eyes closed and blindfolded. I want to believe that God is at the door waiting for me when I open it, to guide me through. Because I cannot see, nor can I navigate on my own, I must wait for His Hand to guide me, to encourage me. I must be obedient to his prompting, or I'll walk into a wall, or stub my toe on a piece of furniture. I need to be patient as I make my way across the room to yet another room, and so on and so on.

Here's the problem...you knew there would be one, right? I want to peek. To open my eyes and lift the blindfold...just a little. I do not want to wait for the One who loves me more than me (yeah, you read that right) to tell me it's time to see the beauty of the room in which He has guided me. The place He has created for ME.

I have been on this path a very long time and there are times when I am SO ready to be at the end of it. When is Jesus coming, anyway? Couldn't it be RIGHT NOW? It's not easy putting ALL of your faith and trust and hope into some walk-helper. But, I certainly cannot navigate through this room alone...by myself. Without Him.

Every once in a while, He allows a glimpse into the incredible blessing of Him...to see that marvelous Light. How it encompasses and envelopes everything in His path. That Light can be blinding (hence the blindfold) and comforting all at once. And I am perfectly content to let God keep His Hand on my back, guiding me through, gently leading me around every obstacle; even allowing me to choose to "take a peek" once in a while. (Discipline is a part of life, people; and so is disobedience...we all have done it!) His lovingkindness is overwhelming. His forgiveness is beyond what I would care to give to anyone. His peace is unfathomable. His joy is inexpressable. His mercy knows no boundries. And His voice...like a million sweet whispers filled with the most unimaginable beautiful music. At least that's what it is for me.

Oh how I long for the sweet relief of His return...the mighty vindication only His power will allow and only He can provide. I am tired of walking on eggshells...of the "political correctness" Christianity has had to don in order to be at peace with the world. Why? Aren't we supposed to be set apart? In this world not OF it?There is only One God. And His Name is Yahweh. Jehovah. One Jesus. The one and only Son of God. The Christ. The Messiah. One Holy Spirit. The Comforter. It's not Mohammed. Or Buddah. Or Allah. There is NO OTHER NAME to call Him. Because He is not those other names. He is God. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The God of Joann.

I don't want to allow the world, or those whom I have befriended in this little part of MY world, to get to me. I realize that compromise is my choice and I am just tired of saying "well, you believe what you want and I
believe what I want." I don't want to compromise anymore. I want those around me to see my faith. To understand that my faith has a name...Jesus.

Ahhh...I have wandered...rambled...all to say that faith is like being blindfolded in an unfamiliar room. You just have to trust that God will guide you as you are obedient to His call...His prompting...his encouragement. I can choose to follow or walk on my own. I think that being obedient to a God who would never force me to be obedient is the only logical choice.

Praise...Worship...For all time.