Its Friday. I’m on a United flight to Los Angeles, wedged between a guy
drawing cartoons on a yellow pad and a woman reading Ladies Home
Journal. I’m trying to get to Santa Barbara, and this whole trip feels
a little weird.

Stasi and I were really looking forward to the baptism of our dear
friends’ daughter in Colorado Springs this weekend. Not a time to skip
town. But last weekend I kept feeling this nudge, this “prompting” that
I should go and see Sam. (Our oldest son – he’s a freshman at Westmont
College in SB this year). You know what I mean about those nudges – you
just have a sense, call it intuition, or a thought you can’t seem to
shake. But it made no sense. Next weekend is open, no conflicts. This
weekend is the baptism. Besides, I was on the road in Dallas this week
on business. I’m tired. Staying home makes sense.

I checked the weather, looking for some confirmation. I mean hey – if I
go to California I wanna go when its sunny and warm (winter has been
dragging on here).

The forecast is for rain. The trip is making less sense.

But I’ve learned over the years that sometimes God tells us to do
things that don’t seem to make sense in the moment. Right? I mean, look
at Abraham – sacrifice your son with a knife? Look at Joshua – take a
fortified city with trumpets? Look at Gideon – get rid of 90% of your
army, on the eve of battle? There’s a pretty long biblical record of
God asking his people to do things that at the time didn’t seem to make
a lot of sense.

Back to the prompting. I asked God, Do you want me to go this weekend,
or next, Lord? He said, This weekend. I pushed into it a little bit.
This weekend, Lord? Am I hearing you right? Yes. I don’t want to just
charge off on a whim. I mean, a prompting is one thing. Ask God what it
means. I even asked Stasi, twice, “What are you hearing from God on
this?” She said, “I heard ‘Go.’”

Walking with God requires humility, and trust. I don’t know all that
God is up to; I don’t even see things clearly from my point of view.
So, I booked a flight. Driving to the airport I asked Jesus, Are you in
this? I do that a lot, as I head into different situations. Are you in
this, Lord? Because if he is, then I’m good. I don’t really need to
understand, I don’t need to know anything else. If God is in this, I’m
good. He said, Yes. And something in my soul quieted down a bit. Peace
came in with that “yes.”

It’s a good thing I just remembered that. Because my flight got
cancelled. Its two hours later, and I’m on a different flight (to L.A.)
sort of zigzagging and fighting my way to get to Santa Barbara. Doubt
really wants to creep in. This doesn’t make sense. I’m an idiot. One
more time I check in – Jesus, are you in this? I am. Okay. I’m sticking
with that. I’m going to let my heart rest in that.


About John

John Eldredge is an author (you probably figured that out), a counselor, and a teacher. He is also president of Wild at Heart, a ministry devoted to helping people discover the heart of God, recover their own hearts in God's love, and learn to live in God's Kingdom. John met his wife, Stasi, in high school.... READ MORE

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