A belief that is inextricably part of who I am is how, with God, nothing is wasted. This doesn't mean that everything is intentional or planned, but that nothing will be without purpose to one degree or another.I think we can go a little overboard on the meanings we ascribe to things, but just hang with me here: God is not random. Nothing is wasted.

Sometimes in my life, and I bet I'm not the only one, God will plant a seed of an idea...it will have the hallmarks of the Father...but it goes untouched for years, often forgotten, until the moment that God resurrects it.

I had one such experience when my husband proposed marriage to me. Something quietly spoken over my heart when I was 13 and had just started getting to know God on my own, that I never told to anyone, was lived out right before me in the certain way he asked me to marry him. To me, it was this message of, "it's always been me and you, and it'll always be me and you, but I'm bringing you two together to follow me side by side."

Another instance that's happened to me lately was when I was asked to teach a class at a women's prison. As random as this is, the little seed for this idea was planted in me nearly 20 years ago. I was in high school and we spent a whole semester writing an in-depth research paper. The topic was of our choosing. I couldn't really decide on a topic but kept coming back to the issue of the importance of providing educational opportunities to people in the penal system to reduce recidivism rates. No one...and I mean No. One. saw this idea as a natural fit for me. My friends questioned me about it. My teacher questioned me about it. Even I questioned myself about it. Was there Any other topic I wanted to write on? Was this something I was passionate about and just hadn't mentioned to anyone yet? Honestly, I couldn't tell you what possessed me to pick the topic other than to say that it was very clear to me that that's what I was to write on. So I spent a whole semester researching the role education plays in keeping people from returning to crime and ending up back in prison. Random.

Flash forward all these years later and a friend asked me to teach a psychology and counseling college level class at a women's prison. I honestly didn't feel like I had the time to give to it. I went back and forth about what my answer should be. But ultimately I just felt the sense from the Lord that it was something to say "yes" to.I agreed to do it and taught the class this summer. I poured out my best for the women and enjoyed my time doing so. I can't say it changed my life or opened up this new calling of my life...nor was I expecting it to do so. It was obedience. I felt like God was glorified in my obedience, that I was used by God to facilitate growth and healing, and I happened to enjoy it, which is always a bonus.It wasn't until after I said "yes" to that opportunity did I remember that random paper from years ago.

I felt like the whole point of this little exercise in obedience was this sweet message of the Lord again to my soul:

"You've always heard me and followed me for a long time until now. This is another breadcrumb. Keep walking with me."

What about you? Has God spoken something to you that you're still waiting to see why or how it will come to fulfillment? Pray today for God to give you eyes to see His activity in your life. I challenge you to write down the things you feel like God has spoken so that you won't miss the blessing of noticing God's subtle leading over time.

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