How different would my life look if I was radically obedient?
As I write this post, I sit in a comfy chair with a $5 coffee on the armrest at my favorite coffee shop. You might have heard of this little place that has free wi-fi…Starbucks they call it. The place is packed with individuals working on projects, catching up, and fellow bloggers. I have spent the better part of my day reading posts and Tweets about the firing of the head football coach at my alma mater. I found that I got angrier and angrier the longer I read the rants and such about his departure.
In the midst of cleaning I realized why it was bothering me so much. It was because the people who were the ones being jubilant in someone losing their job were people I would consider friends. These were friends I had made during college. They were the ones I loved and spent so much of my time with at some pivotal moments of life. And they were the ones that I was embarrassed to be associated with today. It made me sad. Then I realized something so huge that I was afraid to admit it.
I’m not who I was. I am not the girl who used to wait in lines for football tickets. The girl who would skip her 8am class just because I had the freedom to not go to class if I didn’t have to go. I am no longer the girl who skipped church because I’d not gotten in until 3am.
I am now the woman who gets up at 5 am daily so I can have time alone with God before starting my day. I am now the woman who prays for her friends daily and seeks deep conversations about friends’ lives because life is not meant to be lived shallowly. I am now the woman who knows the only freedom I have is in Christ and it’s not to be abused.
Being obedient has shifted me…little by little, without me taking stock and seeing that until today when I looked back.
Now I sit in Starbucks wondering if I got out of my comfortable spot, what would radical obedience bring? The only firm answer I do have for that is glory to God.