For weeks now, months really, I have been praying for divine revelation. I have been seeking the Lord’s guidance as I try to figure out what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.

And for weeks now, months really, the Lord has been perfectly silent. There was no illumination when I read my Bible. There was no sermon that spoke to my situation. There was no confirmation in the casual conversations I was having with my friends. There was absolutely nothing.

Until Monday morning.

Monday morning, I was sitting at my desk, listening to a sermon, which I often do while I am working and in my spirit, I heard an answer, as clear as day.

You’d think I would be overjoyed, at receiving this long awaited message. I wasn’t. Instead, I panicked. I went searching in my Bible for alternate meanings, of what was a clear message. I sought counsel from people whom I know have answered to promptings from the spirit, and I came up with excuses as to why I was not up to the job at hand.

Lord, I’m More likely to be a flame-thrower than a firefighter. I’m pretty sure I will just make this situation worse. Why would you send me into this burning building?

I was expecting to get the silent treatment again, but within minutes of asking the question, I had an opportunity to serve, in a minuscule way, in the capacity that I felt I was being urged toward.

It was uncomfortable. I probably made mistakes. But at the end of the day, I knew I had done the right thing.

That being said, I’m still very much hoping for a different answer. I’m hoping that the prompting I received was for that specific situation, and not a general call to serve in this manner. I feel uniquely unqualified for the task.

Nevertheless, let His will be done, on Earth, (and in me) as it is in Heaven.

This Thanksgiving, I’m grateful that He answers my prayers, even when I don’t necessarily like or agree with the answers I receive.