Today I am thinking about being led. And how we can be led. Or let ourselves be led. My generation, specifically those in the Sonlight Curriculum followed by Hope College worlds (read: bubbles), has been encouraged to be leaders, changers, great thinkers, SAVE THE WORLD KID OR YOU’RE WORTHLESS kinds of individuals but at the great loss of humility and the ability to be led. Yes, ability to be led. Ability, by definition, is the possession of the means or skill to do something, and to be led takes means and skill. Funny, as I thought we had to study to lead, not to be led. I have spent my whole life learning to lead and now, I am trying to figure out how to let go of the leadership.
When I think of “being led”, my mind first goes to marriage. At different points growing up, my parents were quite influenced by very conservative circles that taught fairly strict male headship; I can remember coming home for a visit in college, preparing to leave to spend time with high school girlfriends as my parents readied for bed. “Do you think it’s ok for you to be going out once your father is asleep?” Mom asked. I’m pretty certain I just laughed and said, “See you in the morning!” So, for as old fashioned (which is a good movie by the way!) as this particular episode is, it encourages me to ponder these ideas of being led by those we love and trust most. Before Jeff and I were engaged, I remember one of the first experiences I had in what I believe to be hearing the Lord clearly: “Follow Jeff wherever he goes.”
I repeat—I was taught to be a leader! I was taught to think, and challenge, and make strong decisions. I did not need a husband to help with that. But this partnership, this having someone to make decisions with, to support and be supported in times of change, has made me want to need him. Explain that one.
This year we were invited to 14 weddings –and we are actually able to attend 12 (We love you, friends, but still. Whew.). Over and over I hear wedding vows and sermons about joining in this lifelong partnership and covenant with the one we love. I instinctively cringe when someone tells the woman to follow or submit. But why? Why do we think that allowing someone else to lead us makes us weak?
I submit: when we allow someone else to lead us, we embrace our humanity, and in it find beauty and rest.
We felt led to be married. Best decision I ever made—even for someone who never wanted to marry a missionary or anyone under 6ft tall. We felt let to have children early in our marriage. I was exhausted for nearly two years straight but I cannot begin to explain the love and gratefulness I have for my not-so-little Raena J. I felt led to leave a work position that held much promise. I like who I am now so much more. We felt led to list our house and move to Indiana. Still waiting for that verdict.
These are not decisions I would have made on my own. In fact, these decisions challenged much of what I thought was the plan for my future, or what I thought was best. But these times of decision making create humility. When we invite others to lead, we create respect for the insight of others. And allow others to speak the truth we cannot see or see yet.
The best definition I have ever heard for humility is that God is God and I am not. Amen. As a believer in Christ, I am challenged to let God lead me. To quite my own shouting of “I can do it myself!” that have echoed off the walls of my life since I was two and allow someone to sooth and push me in ways I would not have imagined in my small scope.
On the farm, high speed internet isn’t available. (Do I hear all my fellow Netflix addicts gasping? I plan to read all the books my parents own while we live here. Side note – Jeff checked all few hundred of the classic literature titles I read in high school to discover he had read only 14 of them. #homeschoolwin.) Anyway, with streaming no longer an option, I have all my music on shuffle, not updated since 2007, and am bombarded by Zorac’s big head and overcome with sadness from a highschool love screaming infidelities. But then, Chris Tomlin, albeit not my first choice of CCM, if I choose it at all, smoothly slips out the tinny speakers: “All the way my Savior leads me.” How ironic. He leads by still waters. He leads in His truth. He leads in His righteousness. Psalm 61:2: Lord, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
And so, I begin a new kind of education that Sonlight or Hope did not teach: I want to be able to be led. I want to possess the skills necessary to let others lead me. I want to reach rocks higher than I.
SIDE NOTE: Thanks to all who have been encouraging and asking me to write! But I need a little guidance (lead me?); what would you like to see? I can of course just spill my messy thoughts, I can share family updates, but I’ve also considered a bit of a Scripture series because there ain’t no words better than the Word. And the current polarization of our culture is continually pushing me back to the Word as I search to understand how to live. I was given the privilege and challenge of co-preaching a few weeks ago with my mentor and I LOVED writing that sermon (you can listen here if you want). Comment below or shoot me an email.