Lately, I have been asking myself lots of questions. I seem to realize more and more each day that I am not in control. I like to plan in attempts to salvage my idea of where I think I'm headed, but in reality, I watch my plans get tossed like a dinghy in the waves of life's storm. I often try to grab the rudder and try to steer things in the direction I intended them to go. It's time to let go. I hold on too tightly to what I think is best. This post is mainly my frustration at figuring out what I want to do this spring break and summer. I thought I knew. I thought I had a plan. My God is defying my expectations of what I thought this summer was going to look like already. He is planting desires in my heart that I did not know existed. I thought it was time to break away from my family and live in Charlottesville and learn to be independent. I'm not so sure that's what will happen. I don't know. And that's okay.
I'm realizing that life is not so much about where you are at. It's about what you do where you are. Regardless of where I am this summer, I will be around others. I will be able to glorify the Lord, no matter what I am doing. I will placed in my own little mission field. Will I whine and complain about not feeling like this is the mission field to where I was called? I sure hope not. I hope to show Jesus to those who may not know Him. The Lord knows where the best place is for me this summer: resting in His grace and love. It does not take a geographical location to be smack dab in the center of the love of God. That sounds like a pretty good place to be to me. How about you?
If I'm meant to be an orientation leader, then I will be. Simple as that. Here's to letting go.
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