I was wrestling. Back and forth, I teetered—certain just a week ago that I knew where God was leading. But now? Doors were closing. Options were blurry. What once felt like a clear call suddenly looked like a dead end.

One moment, I felt like Peter stepping out of the boat, full of faith and ready to walk on water. The next, I was sinking—waves licking at my ankles and doubt rushing in like a tide. Maybe I had been wrong. Maybe I should just go back to the safety of what I knew.

That’s when a sage friend leaned in and asked, “Keith, have you had any leading on this from God in the past?” “Yes,” I said. “But that was when the doors were flying open, the stadium was full and the crowd was cheering.” Now they are hitting the turnstiles and friends have become armchair quarterbacks. .

He paused, looked me in the eye, and said someth ...