The Obedience That Makes No Sense

Calling Out the Lie That God’s Timing Means Comfortable Timing

God told her to quit her job.

Not in a year. Not when she had six months of savings. Not when she landed her first three clients. Now.

And it made absolutely no sense.

She had bills due in two weeks. A mortgage. A car note. Responsibilities that didn’t care about her calling. And yet, the instruction was clear: “It’s time to go.”

So she did what any reasonable person of faith would do: She asked God to repeat Himself. Surely she’d heard wrong. Surely He meant “start preparing to quit.” Surely He didn’t mean walk away from guaranteed income with nothing but a promise and a vision.

But every time she prayed, the answer was the same: “Trust Me. Move now.”

What She Was Really Wrestling With

Here’s the lie she’d been believing: “If it’s really God, the path will make sense. The timing will be logical. The steps will be clear.”

She’d convinced herself that faith meant having a plan. That obedience should come with a roadmap. That if God was really leading her, He’d show her the whole staircase before asking her to take the first step.

So she kept waiting for the plan to make sense. Kept asking for more confirmation. Kept looking for a sign that would make the leap feel less terrifying.

But what if faith isn’t supposed to make sense? What if the whole point is that you can’t see how it’s going to work out—and you move anyway?

She’d been treating God like a GPS, expecting Him to show her every turn before she started driving. But He was asking her to be like Abraham: “Go to the land I will show you.” Not the land I’m showing you now. The land I will show you—after you start moving.

The Lie She’d Been Believing

“If I can’t see how it’s going to work out, I must be hearing God wrong.”

She’d made logic her god. Made certainty her idol. Made “having it all figured out” a prerequisite for obedience.

She told herself she was being wise. Responsible. A good steward. But really? She was just afraid.

Afraid of looking foolish. Afraid of failing publicly. Afraid of being the woman who “thought she heard from God” and ended up broke and embarrassed.

So she kept adding conditions to her obedience: “I’ll quit when I have three months of savings.” Then it became six months. Then it became “when I land my first five clients.” Then it became “when I feel more ready.”

But here’s what nobody tells you about conditional obedience: it’s just disobedience with better PR.

The Moment She Finally Moved

Then one Sunday, her pastor preached about the Israelites at the Red Sea. How they were trapped between the Egyptian army and the water. How they were screaming at Moses, “Why did you bring us out here to die?”

And how God said: “Tell the people to move forward.”

Not “tell the people to wait until the sea parts.” Not “tell the people to pray until they feel ready.” Tell them to move forward—while the sea is still in front of them.

Because the miracle doesn’t happen until you move.

That Monday, she turned in her resignation letter. No backup plan. No safety net. Just obedience that made no sense to anyone watching—including her.

Her family thought she was crazy. Her friends asked if she’d prayed about it (as if she’d done anything BUT pray about it for six months). Her coworkers gave her the look—the one that said, “We’ll see you back here in three months.”

But she moved anyway.

Operating in Faith NOW

That was 18 months ago.

She’s not going to tell you it’s been easy. There were nights she cried herself to sleep wondering if she’d made a huge mistake. There were moments she almost went back and begged for her job. There were days the bills came due and the money wasn’t there yet—until it was.

But here’s what she’ll tell you: Every single time she needed provision, it showed up. Not early. Not with time to spare. But exactly when she needed it, in ways she never could have orchestrated herself.

The clients she was waiting to land before she quit? They came after she quit. The opportunities she thought she needed to secure first? They opened up because she moved.

She’s learned something powerful: God doesn’t fund your plan. He funds your obedience.

When she was trying to build her business on the side while working full-time, she was exhausted, scattered, and stuck. But the moment she stepped out in faith—fully committed, fully dependent, fully trusting—everything shifted.

Not because the work got easier. But because she was finally operating in the space God had been trying to get her to for years.

The Truth She Wants You to Know

If you’re waiting for obedience to make sense before you move, you’re going to be waiting forever.

Faith doesn’t mean having all the answers. Faith means moving when God says move—even when you can’t see the next step. Especially when you can’t see the next step.

The Israelites didn’t see the dry ground until they stepped into the water. Peter didn’t walk on water until he got out of the boat. The walls of Jericho didn’t fall until they marched around them.

The miracle is in the movement.

So what has God been telling you to do that you keep waiting to make sense? What obedience have you been postponing until the path is clearer, the timing is better, the plan is more solid?

What if He’s not going to show you how until you show Him you trust Him enough to move?

Stop waiting for faith to feel comfortable. Comfortable faith isn’t faith—it’s just good planning.

Real faith is terrifying. Real faith makes no sense. Real faith requires you to move before you’re ready, trust before you can see, and obey before you understand.

And that’s exactly the kind of faith that moves mountains.

What obedience have you been postponing because it doesn’t make sense yet? What if today is the day you stop waiting for clarity and start moving in faith?