Crossing the Bridge

            My story starts in the early 90's and my obstacle was self-made. The wall stood tall because of my rebellion. I was right but I was wrong. Like a wrench hitting a rusty bolt, I was determined to fix a situation. I went too far and heard God speak to my heart, "I will cut you off, but I will allow a twig to grow." During that time I directed a summer camp to the disabled. When the door closed to that ministry I knew God had cut me off because of my defiance.
        For several years I silently lived in the dream that I would enter full time ministry. On one particular Friday on my way home from work at the Federal Prison, I killed my dream and buried it. I had become discouraged with unanswered prayer. I surrendered.
            The following Sunday I arrived at church early. "Would you like to become a full time Children's Pastor?" my Pastor asked.
        "Yes," I quickly said.
        As I look back on that Sunday morning, I realize now that God caused the twig to sprout from the cut off branch. I gave my two week notice at the prison. My security blanket was removed causing fear to wake me up in the middle of the night. How was I going to make the transition? I enjoyed the job at the prison, but I knew God was calling me to something better.
        During that two weeks I continually heard from God: "Burn the bridge and I will take care of you." The call sounded loud and clear. I moved across the bridge. I set it on fire when I walked out of the prison for the final time. I was excited for my new adventure.
        The first months were difficult as I attempted to adjust to my new position. God blessed us during that time. On one occasion during our, "date night," my wife and I was at a restaurant. Kim and I took the last bite of our fajitas and looked for the bill. I then went to the counter to inquire about it. "It's been paid for." We looked around and didn't recognize anyone.
        The night terrors passed slowly and the memories are distant now. I didn't look back then. Well maybe I looked back but the burned-out bridge reminded me to look ahead. My path materialized on the other side. God helped me take my next step after I surrendered. I experienced fear. But I listened to His words and He calmed my fears. I moved in His direction. Today the twig has blossomed into a full sized branch and the dream is alive, because in His timing, God whispered and I obeyed.