When you give your life to God there are times when His time is a little slower than yours. Sometimes you feel like a runner at the starting line. Feet in the starting blocks, muscles constricted ready to pounce, slow steady breathes pulling oxygen into your lungs, you feel like a cat ready to pounce, or a barrel horse at the gate. You have your friends and family around you cheering you on, and you are just waiting for that gun to go off and you’re ready to follow through with all of the promises and training. You’ve made the decision to go, you’ve done all the training and prep work, you’ve told everyone about your path, and they’ve asked when? Sometimes the Lord tells you to hold for the perfect moment, and doesn’t tell you when that is going to be. Professionally, I have sent all the emails, I have done the interviews, I have packed up the stuff (so much stuff), I have the plan ready. I’ve prayed and prayed, and told my friends and family, and they’ve prayed and prayed. You know its a great plan, because God gave it to you. You have your resignation letter ready to go, ready to take a step into a whole new season. The cattle are just staying out of reach, you know once the Lord gets them in the catch pen you’ll get them loaded onto the trailer and you can breathe the sweet breath of victory. Church, I have so many analogies and anecdotes, so many commas and semi-colons. Have you read my article on our path with God? (Footsteps) That moment when He is about to set you down and set you on a mission is the hardest for me? When I have a task set on me I am like a feral dog with a bone. Have you ever seen a racoon trap? Those cute little trash pandas will get caught in the simplest thing, a hole and a prize too big to fit through the hole. Sometimes all they have to do it let go, but the feeling receptors in their adorable little paws trigger a brain response that won’t let them release the treat. Sound like anyone you know? Nope? Me either. The crazy part is that poor adorable racoon will hold onto it’s treat and watch me approach it with…. a blanket or some other humane item, because my chickens love when racoons visit. Yes, I am saying sometimes we are like racoons, we won’t let go of something so we can run. This is a perfect anecdote, circles under the eyes, few extra pounds, hissing at approaching people, and caught by our own curiosity. God telling us to let go (no I didn’t switch gears), and us, the poor hissing racoon hearing what we want to hear.