What are you going to do?

After the lab confirmed what I thought I knew in my spirit, I ran upstairs and told my husband. Ok, it's getting real. "So...what are you going to do?" he asked. And wasn't that the question? I hadn't really had time to process it yet.

I remember a moment, amidst ordinary chores (putting clothes away), when I fell to my knees in my bedroom closet, to inquire of the Lord. While that may seem like a strange interruption -- as the question lingered, it seemingly got heavier with every step, no matter how many loads of laundry I sorted. I needed to stop carrying the burden, the worry, the fear, and my own resistance -- something I only know how to surrender...through prayer.

"Are you really calling me to this?" I closed my eyes, let my breath slow, and waited...

I've prayed some prayers and waited for days, weeks, months, even years for an answer; in some areas I'm still waiting. But, in this case, the answer came in an instant, as snapshots of airplanes, hotels and hospitals flashed through my mind. I could see myself in Dallas. As the images played a slideshow in my thoughts, Scripture added a soundtrack in my spirit...

​You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13 NLT​

For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10 NIV

When I stood up, I knew how I'd answer my husband. Not because I had "made a decision" during that prayer, about what I was going to do, but because I made a decision years ago to follow Christ, and I sensed where He was leading...

"We're going to Dallas."