When God Wants You to Move On

I am a deeply flawed Christian, meaning I curse, and I like sex even though I am not married. Guess what? God loves me anyway, not in spite of but because of, and because he made me.

And with this love comes the desire for us to thrive, not just survive. The basic tenets of Christianity, are  to do so much good, whether you want to or not, no matter how uncomfortable or inconvenienced you are, so that when you die, you can live well in eternity. Who wants to die just so they can live better? That is not the kind of life that I want. I want to live well, and to thrive here on earth also.

I had a situation happen today, which is pretty much par for the course  for 2016 being one of the worst years ever, but rather than getting mad, or losing my inner peace, these words came to me, "God wants you to move on."

How many of us have stayed in a relationship, even though the other person was a colossal asshole (I told you that I curse) because you didn't believe that you could do better or had a fear of being alone, or the job that you hated, and wanted to quit, but you didn't believe that you could do better, or that dream that you don't chase, because you are afraid that you may fail, or that city that you hate, but are afraid to move away from because your family is such a great support system, and you are afraid of being alone?

I attribute this to choosing to purchase a size 9 shoe, when you know good and hell well that you wear a size 10. Or when you are definitely a size 10, but you don't want to go up to the double digits, so you squeeze yourself into that size 8. Both situations are uncomfortable, and soon will be so uncomfortable that you will have to either buy that larger size, or at the very least stop wearing that particular shoe or article of clothing.

The same is true when you are in a space where God no longer wants you to be, and you are intent on staying anyway. Trust me, you are talking to the king of being hard headed, of surviving as opposed to thriving, of self-loathing.

But the truth is eventually you will get tired of being miserable. Life is too short, and too abundant in blessings, and despite what the church says, God wants you to be happy in this life also.

One of the things that I have promised to myself, from this moment forward, I am thriving as opposed to surviving, I am going to be comfortable, even it means making others uncomfortable; that I am moving out of those spaces where I no longer fit or have outgrown.

I hope that all of you will do the same!

Until next time!