We tend to romanticize the idea of “being called” by God.
We imagine an adventure involving a machete, a rope bridge, and a country with a lot of vowels in the name. It will be tough, but at the end of the day we’ll be so firmly planted in God’s will that even the hardest parts of the journey will be kind of magical.
And then you answer a call from God, and it doesn’t go that way.
In fact, it goes the opposite of that way.
You find yourself not in the middle of a destiny, but in the middle of a desert.