The In Between

Ninevah

I left my Exodus. I know what he has promised, and yet I can't help but think it wasn't so bad. I had food. I had shelter. I had comfort. But then i remember the calling i have on my life. The driven purpose i have imbedded in my DNA.

Now he wants me to go to my Nineveh. But i refuse. This is a level of uncomfortable and impossibility I don't want. My Nineveh is not simply a place but a person.

"For, I, have called them. Their purpose has not been casted out. They are not alone. For i know they curse my name, and throw rocks at my home. But, the works they could do. Their purpose is beyond the stars. Their calling will make men weep and repent. There purpose will make dry bone rise and live. Their heart is hardened against me. I have placed you in their path for such a time as this. Why do you ignore me. My child she is mine too. She is made in my image. I created her for more than what the world has claimed her for. I will not beg you, but instead my child, i will only let you feel a simple drop of what they are called for. This shall be your whale. Stay in the belly and be devoured or pick up where you left off. I will help you."

The pain and agony i felt. The sorrow that enveloped me. I cannot comprehend the full capacity in Her calling. But now I'm at a cross road. I'm in the belly of my whale deteriorating, because what if i fail.