Things, it seems, have been re-prioritized in my life over
the last couple months.
I would’ve told you I was perfectly content with life a few
months ago, saying things like, “When God does... but I’m not going to go
searching for…” Working hard and sleeping harder, time with family and with
friends all of it seemed just dandy.
Then things changed.
Something out of left field came streaming across the
seemingly beautiful horizon of my contentedness, which contrasted deeply
against the normal and shook the stupor from my eyes and the apathetic content
from my bones. That blazing ball of light, which stunned me and scared me,
awake, it seems.
Here’s my point in writing the above, and it is a simple
point: God is in control.
Yes, that is all. There’s no need to relay any overly
flowery words with eloquence and syntax of old, just to point to a small and
solid fact, God is in control and we are not.
In contentedness he reigns and in the re-arrange he’s
ruling. Classes, family, friends, the future, the past, the now, the
all-of-life it’s his.
Which ought to be freeing thing rather than a binding thing.
Something to give us a bounce to our step and nearly care-free demeanor,
because we know that God is in control and we are living in what he knows is
best for us.
(Wichita Eagle file photo)
