No Guarantees But Jesus

NoGuaranteesButJesus

There I was. Faced with a significant decision to make. One of those life-altering decisions.

Of the two options on the table, only one didn’t look foolish. The “smart” option involved minimal risk. It required zero hard work. There was no chance of failure, embarrassment or heartache. It would be comfortable and safe, and best of all, easy.

I knew which one was the “smart” choice, and I knew which one Jesus was calling me to.

The “smart” choice wasn’t the one Jesus was calling me to.

And I knew I wasn’t being called to make a decision. I was being asked to obey.


I knew I wasn’t being called to make a decision. I was being asked to obey.


I talk about His goodness, but do I believe?

I sing about His faithfulness, but do I trust?

I proclaim His lordship, but do I surrender?

I share my faith, but does it impact my life?

I say Jesus is my everything, but does He come first?

With my heart in my throat, I whispered, “okay.” Knowing that it appears to be the foolish option. Knowing it’s risky and going to be hard. Knowing that even my dearest friends will question my decision. Knowing that I have no guarantees things will turn out in the way that I hope.

But even when it gets hard, even when it’s foggy, even when the path is steep, even when my heart aches, do I truly believe, with it all on the line, that following Jesus is worth it?


Do I truly believe, with it all on the line, that following Jesus is worth it?


I have to believe yes, or my faith isn’t worth anything.

I can confess Him with my mouth and still deny Him in my heart.

Or I can live in obedience to the One who calls my heart to grand adventure and greater love. No guarantees but Jesus.