But I do know there was no flash of lightning illuminating God’s brilliant plan.
I don’t know how long I sat there and waited for the Lord’s reply. “Could You just show me what You’re doing, Lord?” I begged. Veering into an empty parking lot, I let my tears splatter onto the steering wheel. And on that evening when a phone call sunk my hope, I felt helpless and stuck. On my bad days, I felt angry and confused. On my good days, I felt optimistic and persistent. I didn’t doubt God’s presence, but I questioned His plans. The road was filled with more potholes than I’d anticipated, and as I let God direct my steps, it seemed He was leading me to the middle of nowhere, rather than in the direction of a promise fulfilled. My prayer journal read like a grand tale of God’s greatness.īut then, the journey began to look different than I’d imagined. He had whispered a promise to my heart and confirmed it through His Word, wise counsel and prayer.īelieving His promise demanded faith, I had said “yes” and followed in obedience.Īt first, following God’s plan felt exhilarating.
Years before, God had invited me to trade my plans for His.
God, I can’t figure out what You’re doing!” I cried after receiving a discouraging phone call on my drive home from the grocery store. “As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything.” Ecclesiastes 11:5 (ESV)
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