If you know me well enough, you'll agree that I tend to be a "planner". I like to be organized, scheduled, and know exactly what is going on at every moment of the day. I make lists for just about everything and even detail the estimated time it will take me to do simple things like clean the house. And although it sometimes comes in handy to have everything so organized, I am often reminded of how little control over life I really do have.
Being "flexible" is something that the Lord has taught me throughout my walk with Him. I would say it has been more of a lesson of trusting Him, and remembering that I don't have control. That was a news flash for me a couple times in the early years of my faith. There was something about the reality of God's sovereign control over ALL things that I just couldn't wrap my mind around. And even though I still can't, by His grace He has enabled me to fully embrace that Truth and love it.
What is so precious about all of this is how sweet HIS plans for my life have been. Looking back, when I tried to take things into my own hands (or so it seemed), everything was a mess, nothing worked. My attempt at doing life the way I wanted to, planning every major life event, well, just didn't work out. And yet, He continued to rescue me from my failings, comfort me with His grace and love, dust me off, and put me "back on track".
There came a point in my walk where I remember finally admitting that I was done trying to control any part of my life. Every dream I had seemed to have had been shattered to pieces and the emptiness I felt was deep. Although I had a lot, it felt like He was all I had. And that was EXACTLY where I needed to be. Totally dependent, comforted by the Savior's precious love. That was a turning point. That was a time I can look back upon in my sanctification with much joy and gratefulness knowing that it was by HIS sovereign plan that I was brought low so that He might be brought high.
You see, from that moment on, every good gift I have received, every "dream" I have achieved, has been a new way for me to lift Him up and bring Him glory. It is ALL Him, I had no part. James is right when he says, "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change" (1:17). Every good thing that has ever come in my life has been a measure of His grace, a gift from my Father in heaven. Nothing I have now that I see is good is because I earned it, was so obedient, or planned it out perfectly; it is all because of Him, a grace, a precious treasure from His hands out of fatherly love. What an amazing reality that is.
I may still be a planner in many ways, but when it comes to planning anything other than cleaning or what I'm buying at Costco this week...I think I'll leave it up to the One who knows best :), after all, He calls the shots whether I believe it or not.
Being "flexible" is something that the Lord has taught me throughout my walk with Him. I would say it has been more of a lesson of trusting Him, and remembering that I don't have control. That was a news flash for me a couple times in the early years of my faith. There was something about the reality of God's sovereign control over ALL things that I just couldn't wrap my mind around. And even though I still can't, by His grace He has enabled me to fully embrace that Truth and love it.
What is so precious about all of this is how sweet HIS plans for my life have been. Looking back, when I tried to take things into my own hands (or so it seemed), everything was a mess, nothing worked. My attempt at doing life the way I wanted to, planning every major life event, well, just didn't work out. And yet, He continued to rescue me from my failings, comfort me with His grace and love, dust me off, and put me "back on track".
There came a point in my walk where I remember finally admitting that I was done trying to control any part of my life. Every dream I had seemed to have had been shattered to pieces and the emptiness I felt was deep. Although I had a lot, it felt like He was all I had. And that was EXACTLY where I needed to be. Totally dependent, comforted by the Savior's precious love. That was a turning point. That was a time I can look back upon in my sanctification with much joy and gratefulness knowing that it was by HIS sovereign plan that I was brought low so that He might be brought high.
You see, from that moment on, every good gift I have received, every "dream" I have achieved, has been a new way for me to lift Him up and bring Him glory. It is ALL Him, I had no part. James is right when he says, "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change" (1:17). Every good thing that has ever come in my life has been a measure of His grace, a gift from my Father in heaven. Nothing I have now that I see is good is because I earned it, was so obedient, or planned it out perfectly; it is all because of Him, a grace, a precious treasure from His hands out of fatherly love. What an amazing reality that is.
I may still be a planner in many ways, but when it comes to planning anything other than cleaning or what I'm buying at Costco this week...I think I'll leave it up to the One who knows best :), after all, He calls the shots whether I believe it or not.
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