The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in Whom I take refuge.
Psalm 18:2 NIV

I sat outside on my apartment balcony, a light breeze wisping strands of hair against my shoulders. My fingers sat atop my laptop keyboard, my heart pounding with every press of the keys. I googled, “How to write a resignation letter” and slowly began crafting my own. Was I making a massive mistake?

I had a clear path in front of me, each rung of the corporate ladder shiny and sparkling above me. I knew I could keep climbing. I could stay comfortable. But the still, small voice inside me was inviting me to leave my job and enter a new season. Truth was, I had no inkling of what that new season might contain. The idea of leaving my job felt akin to jumping off a cliff, and I hadn’t a clue what was waiting for me below.

I was an associate producer for the largest news corporation in Canada. Everyone disagreed with my decision to leave. My family. The news corp. Normally when everyone disagrees with me it’s a sure sign I ought to listen to their wisdom and not my inner rebel. But it wasn’t my inner rebel I was listening to this time . . . it was my Good Shepherd.

I’d fasted and prayed for months. I’d asked a spiritual director to talk me through the decision. And over and over, I kept getting a word from the Holy Spirit: He was my Rock.

I didn’t know what was ahead, but I knew I had a Rock to land on. I was still afraid, but I wanted to trust that God would lead me. He did.

I left the world of news producing and weeks later found myself accepting a job to plant and pastor a small church. I had planned to be a journalist, telling the truth to hundreds of thousands. Now I was a pastor, telling a far greater Truth to a congregation of eighty.

I never thought I’d find myself here. But my Rock did. And in Him, I will always take refuge.

 

By Aliza Olson, as published in 100 Days of Strength in Any Struggle.

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