I'm a David

I listened to a sermon yesterday. It was a podcast from Riverview Church in Perth, Australia. A series called "God Stories". This particular sermon was about one story but three people. It was the story of Samuel, Jesse (David's father), and David.

Samuel represents people who had big dreams and plans, but something has gotten in the way of those things. Jesse represents a parent who wants the best for his kids, but isn't sure how to go about getting it. (Kinda...I didn't pay much attention to the Jesse part, since I don't have kids.) David represents the one who has been called to something special, but years later still has yet to see it come to fruition.

I'm a David. And I can sum it up in one word: Morocco.

I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am called to be a part of Morocco. In some way. In some shape. In some form. That call came in April 2004. It's been six years, and a couple of months, and here I am, still in Vegas. All my attempts to "get there" have failed. I have even had to lay Morocco completely aside, and let the dream die so to speak, because it had become such a burden - the not getting there.

The pastor from Riverview brought up a very interesting point ... one I'm positive God wanted me to hear ... David was anointed to be the King of Israel when he was a kid. He didn't become King of Israel until 14 years later.

14 years passed between the anointing and the actual Kingship.

14 years.

All those years between were years of preparation. How I've come to loathe that word. But the pastor made one statement that hit me between the eyes: "God says, 'Just because I have revealed a future to you, doesn't mean I have finished with your heart.'"

I've grown weary in the "preparation". Yet I see that I have not been diligent in the preparation. So what I've grown weary in is actually ... well ... me. I've gotten sick of my own shortcomings, and in some ways, have given up.

God won't reveal to me all the ways He will be preparing me for Morocco - or even what the fruition will look like. He has, however, given me a few specific things that I - Dawn Marie Matusz - must take care of before He will release me to it. And I've not taken care of them.

There will be no pledge. There will be no proclamation. There will be no promise. There will be simply this: One day at a time, I will seek His face, and His help, and most of all, His love. He has revealed a future to me. I will let Him work on my heart.