My first taxi ride was in none other than Times Square.
That might have been an iconic memory on its own, but there was a faith moment with a taxi that changed me — and it had nothing to do with billboards or Broadway, or my first ever trip to New York City.
I’d traveled quite a bit in nearly 15 years as a corporate trainer, but up to that point, I’d only ever used rental cars or shuttle rides to and from an airport. Taxis were new to me. And here they everywhere. And intimidating when a yellow sea of cars continued speeding by en masse.
For the first couple of days of our business trip, I blended in with the sidewalks and let my co-worker friend hail the cabs. After all, she was the experienced Big Apple tourist and it was easier to stand back and let her do the lifting.
She navigated. I tagged along.
She lead. I followed, owning very little on our trip.
It may have been gumption bolstered by an all-day leadership workshop, or our incredible dinner of pesto and pasta in Little Italy, but I’d had enough of allowing myself to coast in the background.
I wanted to lean in. To engage. To take a step, no matter how small, and have a part in the memory-making.
On a whim, I stepped out to the curb, notched my chin, and threw up my hand, hailing our cab with the confidence of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. My friend grabbed me, hugging and smiling and twirling us, with a “You did it!” on repeat. She’d been wise to my meekness all along, and must have known what that moment meant to me because of it.
Suddenly, I was a confident New Yorker instead of a tourist in someone else’s city.
I’d owned that moment and was made stronger because of that single step.
Hailing a cab is by no means earth-shattering. But that small opportunity to step off the curb was big for me — because I remembered it later. When the next opportunity came along to step out of my comfort zone and lean in to my faith at the office, I remembered that moment. To engage. To take a step, no matter how small, and be confident in my faith instead of a tourist in someone else’s.
Faith is built one decision, one strength-habit, one holy moment at a time. As we turn to God in small things — and find His faithfulness en masse — we remember the collection of them. They change us. Sharpen us. Refine and restore us on the path to our calling. And the things that were once small, build a bigger, stronger faith down the length of our story roads.
God needs Jesus girls in offices, classrooms, board rooms, court rooms, operating rooms, sanctuaries, and nurseries. He even needs us on the sidewalks, hailing cabs, stepping out in order to lean in. Years later, I learned that one small step could build to a big faith-story with God. I had enough confidence in Him to walk away from that career, and lean in to a deeper life purpose of full-time ministry.
He’s looking for our uncertain hearts. The ones who might be intimidated newbies, but are still willing to step up to the curb and lean in to all Jesus has for us.
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