I don’t know where I would be if things had gone my way.
A year ago today was the day my post-Race plans began to unravel.
I’d only been home for three days. God wastes no time.
I like the security of a well-laid plan. I don’t have to be the one making the plan; there just has to be some semblance of structure in place.
Time passed. God wasn’t letting my plan work, or my backup plan, but he also wasn’t telling me what HIS plan was. Or at least, I wasn’t hearing what it was.
The thing is though, all the little things that happened, the ones I chose and the ones I begged to escape from…they WERE the plan. Still are.
I think I got so used to big things(in six summers at camp, then eleven months on the World Race, then one more summer) that I’d forgotten that God uses the little things. The little heartbreak. The little fast food job. The little family of friends, in an only slightly less little church.
If my plan a year ago had happened, I really don’t think I’d be at Midtown. Not that my life would have taken a deathly wrong turn or anything…it just wouldn’t be where it is now. And I think, as much as I’ve cried and wished for that old plan…I think I prefer this. The messy middle that Jesus is walking me through.
I feel like I’m lost, but really I’m not. If God had let me do things my way, I’d actually be lost.
The other day I was listening to Seabird, and I thought about that.
And if I’m lost, thank God, I’m lost with you.
I don’t know if they mean to be singing about Jesus(they do love Jesus, so probably), but that’s what I hear.
I’m not lost. I’m standing still. In the exact spot where God wants me Sometimes I’ve felt like it isn’t what I want, but I’ve never once felt like I wasn’t where he wanted.
“Some people talk about life like it’s a boring book they’re being forced to read, and just want to make it to the end. That makes me sad, because I think life is an adventure. A long, hard, exciting, sad, fun, painful, confusing, beautiful, totally worthwhile adventure that we’re all on together, AND we get Jesus in it. I can’t really help but be thankful for a life like that.”
Facebook told me a few weeks ago that I wrote that three years ago.
That’s still true. And I’m still thankful.