Exodus 3:10-12, Come, I will send you to Pharaoh that you may bring my people, the children of Israel, out of Egypt.” But Moses said to God, “Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the children of Israel out of Egypt?” He said, “But I will be with you, and this shall be the sign for you, that I have sent you: when you have brought the people out of Egypt, you shall serve God on this mountain.”

It was early in the wee hours of the morning, a silver streak of moonlight still shining brightly through the dusty slats of the window blinds, when I awoke. I had been dreaming and woke up startled by three words I heard loudly in my spirit.

Meet me halfway.

I hadn’t a clue what it meant, so I rolled over and pulled up the covers to protect myself from the breeze penetrating my skin from the ceiling fan. To the beat of the blades against the stale air, I willed myself back to sleep. I had no recollection of the dream I had been dreaming.

An hour later I awoke again. I blinked my eyes open and shuddered knowing this restless sleep would indeed not be kind to me when I needed to be awake and functioning. The dreaming had continued but I still had no recollection of the dream. In my spirit however, I heard the words again.

Meet me halfway.

I tossed up a willy-nilly prayer asking The Lord why I was hearing those words. It was odd that I heard them again but I still hadn’t a clue what they meant. My inquiry was met with silence so I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Finally the sun had appeared over the horizon and, after lingering in the atmosphere for awhile, my body again awoke. I laid still under the covers and rolled those words over and over in my head.

Later in the morning I sat down at my kitchen table and began to peruse my bible while savouring my morning cup of brew. Perhaps the scriptures would give me some clarity on those words. Unfortunately, I found nothing in my reading to give me understanding so I discussed my curiosity with my husband. He hadn’t a clue either. I still could not recall the dream, so I suppose the dream itself was of little importance.

After an hour I opened my laptop to catch-up on a few emails that were awaiting my attention. I had one particular person that I needed to connect with and I was hesitating to push the send button. After reading and rereading the written words that glowed from the screen, I wavered in stepping out in faith to chase a crazy idea that had planted itself in my head. It was not a make-it-or-break-it decision, but it required a step of faith no less.

I took my wavering to prayer while leaning over my bible on the table. I was seeking direction and guidance. I was seeking peace. In my seeking, I heard those three words in my spirit as if they were spoken from the breath of someone sitting directly beside me.

Meet me halfway.

And then it all made sense.

We must be willing to step out in faith and chase crazy ideas in order to allow God the freedom to do His best. If we are not willing, why should He weave together all that may appear impossible? I felt challenged in my spirit to let go and let God. He desired for me to meet Him halfway in this quest of mine.

We must be willing to work and labour, doing all we can to fulfill our part in our calling. And then there comes a time when we must recognize that we have done all we can and we must allow God to carry us the rest of the way.

We must be willing to meet Him halfway.

Moses didn’t think he could accomplish much for God, but he did. He needed to make his way up the mountain to collide with God and allow God to give him direction, opening him up to experiences only God could have commanded. Perhaps Moses only had to walk up that mountain halfway, but rest assured, he gave everything he had in putting one step in front of the other as he made his way back down.

Father, I pray that you continue to meet me halfway. These steps of mine are sometimes chaotic, and I lack a perfected rhythm, but my hands are open grasping for my dance partner to lead me for the rest of the song.