There have been so many times in my life that God has showed me that I have very little to do with how things turn out. I can iron my favorite blue shirt and show up early to the interview, but the job is in his hands. I can pre-pay for tickets and mapquest the route, but traffic happens . . . or maybe it doesn't.
So, why is it I try to take credit sometimes when things go soooo right, or try to take all the blame when things go soooo foul? Either path is one side of the same I-Run-The-Show coin. Either way, I'm wrong. The buck doesn't stop here, it stops with Him.
It's running on the heels of midnight this Sunday, and I can't stop thinking about how wrong I've been.
I confess...
God is in charge, and whether he chooses to put his Hands all over my little life situations or let His laws run their course, that's his perogative, and I trust him (or at least I WANT to). :P
I confess...
I really like *my* plans, and I cling to them like an entitled toddler. Lord, help me let go. Help me be obedient even when I don't get it.
I confess...
God made me. He gets me. There is nothing I could do that is so wacky that it would shock God. He is in charge, and I can rest (that's such a good word--REST) and just let his plans unfold instead of trying to steer his ship.
I confess...
That every time God has shown up in a big way, it has been so obvious and more creative and perfect than anything I could manufacture. I really don't want anything less in my life than his divine, strategic, and gorgeous plan. So, I'll wait for it... even if I wait forever.
I confess...
I'm really sad thinking about waiting forever.
I want a dog.
Love. Ouch. Lord.
Aubrey
