God often calls us to STOP.
In the midst of God’s leading in our lives, we take shortcuts. We assume we know how to get from point A to point B, and we take off running. When really, we should be listening for turn-by-turn directions from God.
Especially when he asks us to STOP.
Moses, the Hebrew-raised-Egyptian shepherd, leads his sheep to the base of Mount Horeb, unaware of what God has in store. Minding his own business, he encounters a strange sight: a fiery bush that won’t burn up.
Instead of tending to his sheep, he stops.
And Moses said, “I’ve got to turn aside so I may see this great sight: why is the bush not burnt up?” (Exodus 3:3)
Moses sees the bush.
He stops what he’s doing.
And he comes into the presence of the living God.
No one would have blamed Moses for ignoring the bush. He had sheep to tend to. He had responsibilities and tasks at hand. He could have continued living the simple life of a shepherd without a second thought.
Instead, Moses stops. And his life is derailed. Yes, he is called to be a shepherd, but of the Israelites, not just sheep. He faces off with Pharaoh and leads God’s people from slavery, across the Red Sea, and to the Promised Land. He experiences intimacy with the Lord unlike any other person in the Old Testament.
When we choose to stop, we make room for God to move.
I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering. So I have come down to rescue them from the hand of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey. (Exodus 3:7-8)
He sees their condition.
He hears their cries.
And he comes down.
The ancient deities at the time were distant and cold. But the God of Abraham comes down to rescue his people. Something we see him do again through Christ, the Immanuel.
He sees affliction.
He hears cries.
Rescues, redeems, and restores his people.
Stopping has never come easily for me. Maybe it has for you. My mom often jokes that I was born with “roller skates.” I love moving and going and activity. My day isn’t complete without a 3-5 mile hike.
But sometimes we’re forced to stop. Dead. In. Our. Tracks. [Tweet this]
Sometimes we’re invited to stop for a brief season or sabbatical. [Tweet this]
Sometimes we’re asked to stop in order to regain perspective. [Tweet this]
Sometimes outside circumstances force us to stop. [Tweet this]
But even when we stop, we can rest assured that God is still on the move—redeeming, restoring, healing, renewing, strengthening, rescuing and saving. [Tweet this]
God is doing more when you stop than you can possibly realize—even in this.
When have you discovered stopping to help you to move forward in life?