I have not spent much of my quiet time talking to God about next steps. I felt like he spoke to me pretty loudly about the plans, but didn’t have a loud message just yet.
However, in my interviews for my doctoral program, one of the candidates I interviewed mentioned that he wanted to ask God a very specific question in his journey, so he couldn’t just logic his way out of it. So he asked God, “Do you want me to plant a church in the Middle East?” He felt God tell him “Yes” in every bone of his body.
That said, I asked God, “Do you want me to plant a church in Maine?” That’s the place that keeps coming up in my thoughts. I feel like it might even be in Portland, Maine. But at this time, God has not yet told me anything specific. He’s just been putting some thoughts in my head, and they keep heading that direction.
I will keep my thoughts here for now. If God calls me, I will go.