A couple of years ago as the Lord was guiding me through the Book of Exodus, I was wrestling with God’s call to my current ministry role. There was a tug-of-war going on inside my heart.

I live in rural Iowa, surrounded by corn and soybean fields. During these past few weeks I’ve watched the once-green fields turn golden brown. I awoke one morning last month with a phrase on my heart and mind—“look at the fields.”

I recently took a personality test in consultation with an expert on the subject. I had never heard about this test until a group of people at work began talking about it. After the result was shared with me, I immediately read its definition. At the beginning, I disagreed with it.

God is my Companion, my Creator, my Everything. He accepts me just the way I am and gives me hope for a better life. It hasn’t always been this way for me.