What to do with a Fig Free Tree…


“Though the fig tree does not blossom and there is no fruit on the vines, though the yield of the olive fails and the fields produce no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold and there are no cattle in the stalls, yet I will [choose to] rejoice in the Lord; I will [choose to] shout in exultation in the [victorious] God of my salvation! The Lord God is my strength [my source of courage, my invincible army]; He has made my feet [steady and sure] like hinds’ feet And makes me walk [forward with spiritual confidence] on my [a]high places [of challenge and responsibility].”
~Habakkuk 3:17-19 (AMPC)

Pastor Greg shared this passage at our Tuesday night prayer service a few weeks ago. There are just times that I know that God is directly speaking to me. This was one of those times. I had been feeling somewhat confused by the seemingly never ending delays in our return to Nigeria. If Nigeria is where my calling is, where He wants to use me, then why am I still in the states?

I have been reading “A Prisoner and Yet” by Corrie ten Boom and digging into the life of this remarkable woman. God spoke so loudly to my heart through something she said while interned at the Nazi concentration camp, Ravensbruck. She said, “God had called us to this place, and here was now our task. I had to learn not to look forward constantly to being released but to accept the fact that I was here and that my calling was here.”

She was sitting in a concentration camp, covered in lice and fleas, surrounded by disease and death and yet she could see God’s hand in her placement there. She saw the people around her as God saw them. Precious, loved, lost. She chose to “bloom where she was planted.” She knew that God’s ways were not her ways nor were His thoughts her thoughts. (Isaiah 55:8). She chose to trust Him to know best. She chose to trust Him to move and to use her no matter where she was.

I am am quite ashamed of myself. If Corrie ten Boom can see the truth of her calling in filth and squalor, should I not be able to trust God to reveal my calling to me here in Delaware, in the guest bedroom of a dear friend? As I rest my head each night on a soft pillow after enjoying a hot dinner and type this blog entry on my personal laptop, while sipping a cup of hot freshly brewed coffee? To think, even for a moment, that God is unaware of my current situation or location, that He is stumped about why I am still here, is just silly. He is aware and He is in control. Always. He knows why we are here. I can trust Him. He has never let me down. He has always been faithful and I can trust Him to remain so. If I am in Makurdi, Benue State, Nigeria, or if I am in Newark, Delaware, United States of America, I am where He wants me to be. If I am here, here is my calling., until He sends me off again.

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