The Call (part 2)

So Tim prayed. And prayed. And prayed again. And God spoke to him again and again and again.

But Tim didn't tell me. Not for what felt like a billion years. It was actually only 2 months, but it felt like eternity. I hadn't told anyone that I felt God was calling us to move to London and for someone who is an 'external processor' that was agony!!

One evening towards the end of April 2016, I sat Tim down and told him that I needed to ask his permission about something. I said that I needed his permission to be able to tell one other person how I was feeling about God calling us to move. He then told me that I didn't need to do that because he knew where God was calling us. Cue fairly awkward moment where we both wanted the other one to say what they felt first!

Tim said, 'Annice, God has told me that we need to move to London.'

And did I throw my arms around him with a deep sense of joy that we had both heard from God?

Nope. I burst into tears and sobbed.

At this point, Tim thought that he had said the wrong place, but after I composed myself, I shared with him what had happened to me a couple of months earlier, when I had felt God speak to me about moving. I was crying because it made it a reality. I knew that Tim would never choose to live in London and that it had to be God.

Let me back up a little and explain what had been going on with Tim since we had agreed not to discuss moving. Very shortly after that time, he had been praying about it and felt God literally drop London into his heart. As he didn't want to move to London, he ignored it! Again, he prayed about it and again he felt London drop into his heart. Again he ignored it....are you getting the idea?! This went on for 2 months until this evening in April when I asked him for permission to tell someone else. His heart started beating faster and he knew that he needed to tell me what he had felt God say.

So there we both were, sitting at our dining room table, Tim feeling excited and amazed at how God had spoken to both of us independently about the same thing and me with my red, puffy eyes from crying still feeling how I felt 2 months earlier. It's impossible.

And in that moment we had a choice. To be obedient to what we felt God was saying or to run and hide. And though the latter was tempting, we chose to the first option. Obedience to God.

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