The Lord told me to quit my job in July or August of 2014, and, of course, I responded very respectfully and told Him that He was nuts.
Quit my job? Professional writers work for years and years to be able to make what I was making. I couldn’t quit. But God wouldn’t let it go.
He pressed me gently until I realized I trusted my paycheck more than Him. I understood that fear of what people would say kept me shackled there, and if there’s one thing I know about life, it’s that fear never comes from God.
So, in February 2015, I walked away. And maybe some people thought it was reckless, but I haven’t regretted it once.
Your reputation is a powerful thing, and it’s worth guarding. But what happens when obeying God means potentially wrecking your public image?