Rachel's Raft Excerpt
Fall 2013
After Michael came home from work, one night, the kids were in bed, and we had our usual “what should we do with our life” conversation.
“I just don’t understand why we’ve been led down this road,” I said. “We stepped out in faith, from everything that was safe for us, and have landed in hurdle after trial after crisis. It’s been relentless.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know. Sometimes I feel that I have taken my eyes of Christ and His plan and placed my eyes strictly on the money,” Michael said. “It’s like Abraham and Sarah. He would have been just fine not taking his eyes of God. But he did and took it into his own hands and messed it up.”
“So, how do we do it?” I said, “We have to have an income for our family. But, you’re right, it’s like I don’t even want to mess with it. I want to do what God has called us to do and just forget about it.”
“I don’t know. It’s like I make it the focus because we need it. But, I have to put my focus on Him.”
We sat a moment in silence.
“You know, babe, there was a time in college when God rescued me. You know when I was dating that guy, and I thought we might get married. But my family wasn’t happy, and truthfully, I didn’t have a peace about it. I was desperate. I didn’t know what to do. I asked God to rescue me,” I paused, “And He did. He can do that again. I’m praying He will.”
“Yeah, we’ve made a decision to follow Christ, and we’re gonna do that, no matter what it looks like. No matter where it leads us.”
We had committed our path to Him. No matter what it looked like to other people or where He would take us. We had decided to follow Him. Follow Him if he came in and rescued us or if He didn’t.
“Remember that song I love, Burn Us Up?” I asked Michael as he folded his hands and placed them across his chest.
It was a song I loved about Shadrach, Meshach and Abendago—about them being thrown into the fire. It said, “You have made us, come and save us, we are yours,” but the lyric that always stood out to me was, “but even if You don't, we will burn. . .”
“They said that even if God didn’t save them from the fire, they’d obey.”
“True,” he paused, “but He did.”
Fall 2013
After Michael came home from work, one night, the kids were in bed, and we had our usual “what should we do with our life” conversation.
“I just don’t understand why we’ve been led down this road,” I said. “We stepped out in faith, from everything that was safe for us, and have landed in hurdle after trial after crisis. It’s been relentless.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know. Sometimes I feel that I have taken my eyes of Christ and His plan and placed my eyes strictly on the money,” Michael said. “It’s like Abraham and Sarah. He would have been just fine not taking his eyes of God. But he did and took it into his own hands and messed it up.”
“So, how do we do it?” I said, “We have to have an income for our family. But, you’re right, it’s like I don’t even want to mess with it. I want to do what God has called us to do and just forget about it.”
“I don’t know. It’s like I make it the focus because we need it. But, I have to put my focus on Him.”
We sat a moment in silence.
“You know, babe, there was a time in college when God rescued me. You know when I was dating that guy, and I thought we might get married. But my family wasn’t happy, and truthfully, I didn’t have a peace about it. I was desperate. I didn’t know what to do. I asked God to rescue me,” I paused, “And He did. He can do that again. I’m praying He will.”
“Yeah, we’ve made a decision to follow Christ, and we’re gonna do that, no matter what it looks like. No matter where it leads us.”
We had committed our path to Him. No matter what it looked like to other people or where He would take us. We had decided to follow Him. Follow Him if he came in and rescued us or if He didn’t.
“Remember that song I love, Burn Us Up?” I asked Michael as he folded his hands and placed them across his chest.
It was a song I loved about Shadrach, Meshach and Abendago—about them being thrown into the fire. It said, “You have made us, come and save us, we are yours,” but the lyric that always stood out to me was, “but even if You don't, we will burn. . .”
“They said that even if God didn’t save them from the fire, they’d obey.”
“True,” he paused, “but He did.”
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