In church on Sunday, the pastor encouraged us to respond to the call of God in our lives. With a longing to have my life be poured out* in service to Christ, I have been eagerly awaiting that call. I’m desperately ready; I’m on the edge of my seat, but there’s no call. Then that still, small voice suggests to me that maybe I’ve been listening for the wrong call. I’m waiting for God to call me to go to India, to Africa, to face the darkness of human trafficking, to teach, to write, all kinds of things, and God’s waiting for me to stop begging for that call and listen quietly so I can hear what He is calling me to, maybe something completely different.

So, please, Jesus, help me be patient and quiet and paying attention and listen to and for you. You know my heart that longs for significance. I pray I will let you define what that means.

*Isaiah 53:12, Philippians 2:17