Burning Bush

Moses had it easy. He had a burning bush. The message was clear. His path was drawn and all he needed to do was muster all the courage he had to follow the steps laid out for him. Yes, he lived in trying times and he had to lead the people out of Egypt. The task itself was difficult. But it was a direct order from God, with a message given to him so clearly and blatantly that he couldn’t have missed the point. All he needed to do was to follow. And as we know, “if God is for us, who can be against us.” Moses for sure was going to win his battle.

To me, it’s getting the message that’s difficult. I try to listen with my heart, of course. But the human in me may or may not get the message, or may get it but not understand what it is, or even worse, get caught up with temptations. I have always been a pretty obedient child. I account whatever success I can claim for my obedience to my parents, and of course, from the mercy of my God. I will follow directions for sure. And of course, if it is the Word itself, I would follow and act in a heartbeat.

It’s just, I do need a burning bush. A friend emailed me about her career crossroads, trying to find what’s out there and make a bold move. I was chatting with another friend with her plans for school. A lot of it are if’s. A lot of it are wishes, dreams, aspirations, hope. We all have that (at least most of the people I know). But what about the path to get there?

If my burning bush can tell me to start a family in the next two years, then proceed with the personal ambitions after that, there would be no wasting my time doing the math on figuring out the how, getting in a roller coaster ride of emotions with excitement and fear.

I wish I had a burning bush. Well, I better plant a bush in my empty yard then, you know, just in case.

Nonetheless, I pray, I listen with my heart, because once I hear the message, there’s no stopping me.