I’m watching Disney’s Once Upon a Time with my daughter, because we love fairy tales. In this episode the Evil Queen turned Mayor brews herself up a “forgetful” potion, so that she can leave her past behind and move forward as a mom. I’m watching that brew, which looks a little bit like lime-aid with some dry ice in it, and I wish I could brew my own.
I’d really like to forget the last five years. Five years ago, I parted ways with my main client for two reasons. One is because we didn’t see eye-to-eye in our business approach; and the second was because I wanted to focus on this project. At first I saw it as a God-send, but then it got topsy-turvy. I believed God would provide; but our finances were a disaster.
Money wasn’t the only issue. Very few people understood the point of what I was doing. Putting scripture on billboards was something nearly everyone was apprehensive about. I received blank stares, and protests, and friends looked at me like deer-in-headlights when I described the project. For an introvert who had entered adulthood with raging self-esteem issues it was too much. I had grown up so alone. As an adult faith found me, and in Christ with God, was the first place I felt welcomed. With that, at the time I received belief, came the welcoming of the church. In the church I had a new caring family, and they meant the world to me. Receiving rejection from the people I cared about and admired most was so hard.
But I was called to do this project. I couldn’t drop it. Why wasn’t it being received? I still don’t know. Could it have been because of mistakes I made? Sure. Definitely. When you start a business, tread ground that you’ve never tread before— you’re clumsy and you make a lot of mistakes. I made them. Could it have been because people were afraid of what I would put on billboards? Yes, I can totally understand that. Could it have been because people didn’t want to be so public? Sure, I suppose. Lots of reasons, but when I would go in prayer, God kept calling me forward. What didn’t make sense was the lack of support from every direction—and God’s constant gentle call forward. Every avenue I pursued, every support I sought—it was almost miraculous how little support I received. A few dear friends stayed by my side, and they are shining lights in those five years.
Now that it’s built, people are looking up and saying, “Oh wow. It really is a good thing. It’s amazing really. Wow, Jessica, this is awesome.”
But after the last five years, it’s so little, so late. I’ve spent five years in discouragement. Discouragement from every turn. When I saw other similar ministries flourishing. When I saw other people around me being supported in their endeavors. When as I sought support, the uncomfortable looks around me increased. During this time, God taught me to rely on him. I pressed him over and over again, “Can I just let it go? Can I quit? Can I throw it in the trash and pretend it never happened?” Always, he just quietly called me to the very next step. It was so un-comprehensibly frustrating. I hated proceeding privately with something so ill-received. I had always enjoyed the affection and approval of my church family, but I had to press on without it. I felt more alone than I had since I was a teenager, something I hadn’t experienced since I came to know Christ.
The toll this has taken on my faith, I still don’t understand. Every week I struggle to sing worship songs. Tears just flow out of my eyes and sometimes I have to leave. I hear sermons, calling us to follow the Holy Spirit, to seek his instruction for our lives. The sermons frustrate me because I know that I’ve knelt in prayer, listening prayer, waiting for his voice. I’ve listened and followed. I’ve sacrificed income, time, effort, peace in my home, peace with my friends, and career advancement for obedience to his calling. And for what? For a mini-ministry that is supported by so few. I’m absolutely exhausted, mentally, spiritually, and even physically from spending every vacation banging out website updates and working on the WG (Wisdom of God) curriculum.
So today again, I cried through church. Discouraged. I find myself again, after four years answering my husband’s call, “You have to go to work—” finding myself a little wiser, having worked for a business consultant for four years, but again, in need of a job, since our product line was cut and I was let go.
So discouraged.
And yet.
He won’t stop whispering, “Take the next step.”
I cried on my husband’s shoulders all the way home, and God bless him, he encouraged me to follow through with what God’s calling me to do next on this project. I need to build in products and a t-shirt, a cache of social media posts, emails, and to move the website over to Wordpress.
Can I tell you? There’s a whole world of faith out there, and lots of people have big enthusiastic faith, but a mustard seed is all I have left. I’m weary of rejection. I’m weary of cynicism. I’m weary of people telling me it’s not a good idea for this reason or that. And I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you agree that this needs to be done. I don’t care. I don’t care if it goes nowhere. I surrender. Because I’ve tried to set it down, but when I do, my whole strength leaves me and my spirit goes to a deep dark place. The only place where I am sustained is in hope. A little sliver of hope keeps reminding me that with a mustard seed of faith we can move mountains. And I sure do hope so, because I’m tired. But I will take the next step. I don’t even have faith that it will be fruitful. I just barely have enough faith to take the next step.
I will press forward, press forward just once more. I’m thankful for this window of free time I have, which is uncanny timing—losing my job just a month before the Squarespace subscription needs renewed, just enough time to rebuild the website onto Wordpress. I will press forward, and make that t-shirt, create those social media posts, and look up at the last billboard—which has not yet been taken down even though its subscription is expired (little miracles)—and I will hide its message in my heart, while I face a new era (again uncanny timing) “Behold, I am doing a new thing.” God still whispers, “Everything will be fine,” and I say, “Will it?” because I am doubting Thomas, and I won’t believe it til I see it.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. –Isaiah 43:19
God is always doing something new. Every new fingerprint. Every new wave. Every new snowflake. What is he doing new for you? Be full of anticipation.
I’ll tell you one new thing that will be happening. Getting more contrast on those billboards! It was pretty in the file, but in real life you can barely read it—ugh!