Rash decisions.
We’ve all made them at one point or another.
Lately, I’ve found myself busier than I’ve been in a long time with plenty of good things. When I get busy, though, I tend to turn on some internal form of autopilot that allows me to speed through my inbox, voicemail and in person interactions quickly responding to invitations.
“Yes, I can come to your party.”
“No, I’m sorry I can’t donate that many books right now.”
“I’ll consider writing that book proposal.”
“My calendar is slammed right now. Can we do coffee around Thanksgiving?”
But there have been other offers and opportunities that have come my way that have been far more difficult to wade through. They seem to have come with a disclaimer directly from God. Do not answer this one until I tell you to.
So emails have sat in my inbox, and messages have been left on my voicemail, that have gone unreturned for longer than etiquette would deem appropriate simply because I didn’t know what to say.
Certain decisions have required prayer. I don’t mean a quick cry for wisdom on my way out the door in the morning. But real, time set aside to get on my face, prayer.
It was through this series of sensitive requests that I realized my schedule hadn’t been built to allow time for such seeking. In the midst of my busyness I didn’t give myself any room to make big decisions. There wasn’t space on my calendar for longer prayer.
I was left unequipped to handle the situations unfolding before me because I hadn’t created enough space in my life to seek the One who had the answer. Sure, I was having a daily quiet time. I was spending my days writing and teaching about how to apply the Bible to real life.
But my life was strangely disconnected from the wisdom I needed to navigate the decisions ahead.
Some people call it margin. Others mark off space on their calendars and call it an appointment. I’m still not sure what I call it. But I know I need it.
Space. Time. Room to pray and seek and listen. More than a quiet time less than a retreat.
If I don’t find a way to build this into my life I run the risk of committing myself to things God never intended me to. I leave myself vulnerable to being duped by a good thing that could rob me from experiencing a great thing.
I could easily find myself trapped like Joshua and the Israelites were in Joshua 9 when they were busy sampling everything placed before them and forgot to inquire of the Lord before making a life altering decision.
So, this week, I will seek. I will pray. And only then will I give my answer.
What about you? How do you make big decisions? What are some ways you build space to seek the Lord into your daily life? Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you needed to give an answer but didn’t have one? How did things work out?




















