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Hotdogs are Sandwiches

Writer's picture: Britt LindsayBritt Lindsay

Updated: Jan 12

2024 was a weird year.


A year were I uttered the most hesitant “yes” I’ve ever given God.


For over a year I had been laying my heart on the altar praying for a breakthrough and freedom from something I was drowning in.


For over a year, my prayer when looking for direction was simple:


“Lord send me and I’ll go, and if go means stay then I’ll stay with an obedient heart!”


And for over a year go meant stay, so I stayed.


Then, during one moment of  prayer, the  answer of stay transitioned to go!


And with so much excitement I begin to prepare for my go!


I dreamed about which exciting state would be my landing, would it be busy and vibrant like Dallas? Or would it be Philly near family, or DC the perfect distance between all of my friends.


As I continued to dream about what the next chapter in life would look like, I built out elaborate trips and things for my friends and I do.


As doors continued to close all around me, for a split second I questioned whether I had actually heard “go” or if I told myself an answer that I so desperately yearned for.


Yet, in my quiet time the answer remained the same.


Anxiously waiting, for the door, MY door.


It was in none of the glamorous or exciting things that I had hoped.


It wasn’t near my friends, family, or frankly anywhere at all.


So I packed up my U-Haul, said a tearful goodbye to my neighbor snd friends, and pulled out of the driveway to one of the weirdest places I’ve ever been.


And to be honest this has been the hardest yes that I have had to maintain my obedience in, with my walk with the Lord.


Relationships shifted, some grew stronger, some transitioned as seasons turned over.


However, this has been the best, although partially reluctant, and mostly questioning yes I’ve ever uttered.


I’ve been stretched, nurtured, afforded safety, and been able to peel away the layers of church hurt and the misunderstandings of experiences to reveal a deeper and more beautiful relationship with my Savior.


Now, with an understanding that reflection has been the greatest reminder of the thread of God’s faithfulness, His goodness, and path for me.


Regardless of the makings of the testimony, the trials along the journey, or even the characters that have been placed for different chapters, sections, paragraphs, or even sentences, I’m grateful.


Grateful for every blessing that I’ve been gifted, and even more so for the perspective to see the pieces of the glory of His plan.


So regardless of whether if I thought my journey was not grand enough, too painful, had more heartbreak than blissful moments, or walked with pieces of my body failing me in everyway possible, His plan, His path, His calling on my life was never been absent. It just at times required a much harder fight to be able to grab hold of and hold tight too.


So if ever asked if hotdogs are sandwiches, the answer is simple, yes.


Because anything placed between two slices of bread, whether lathered in mayo, with all the fixings of a good hoagie, or just a random piece of mystery meat. It’s not the insides that make it the sandwich but what holds it together, two pieces of bread.


And as it is with each of our journeys. It’s not the experiences, sacrifices, or broken to healed pieces that make us called and blessed to walk the path.


It’s the Savior who we surrender the pieces of our story to that makes us whole.


I would be lying if I said I reached this point with significant study and devotion to my word. It has required vulnerability with others, transparency in my conversations, and learning to step into a new space.


My prayer is that over the coming year, that each of us would find freedom in knowing that our purpose is given and our calling secure with surrender and obedience.



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