Called or Driven

When we live in doubt, we are driven by emotion. When we act in faith, we are living out our calling. James 1:6 explains about how this affects our prayer lives. He compares it to being tossed like a wave on the sea. Driven people are going along with the flow and are unsure of why they do what they are doing. They only know that they cannot stop.

However, being called is purposeful and has an eternal destination because of the One who is calling you. When God calls you to His agenda, you must go. Look at Jonah. God called him to preach so that the people of Ninevah would repent. He rebelled against his calling....to no avail.

Although these are similar references and they both propel a person, the difference is the person who is providing the force. IF God be for you, who can be against you (Romans 8:31). David was called by God to be more than a shepard. He would be King. Saul tried to stop him, but David declared, "What can man do to me?" (Psalm 118:6).

The force of man is in no way comparable to the power of God. The Lord called Moses to defeat the most powerful man on Earth. He called David to defeat Goliath. He called young Samuel in the night. He called Saul, a murderer of Christ-followers, to do His work. He is calling us as well. No matter your age, race, sex or status, it is time to answer the call!

Prayer: Here am I Lord, send me!

Action: After prayer, spend some time meditating on what God may be calling you to do.

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