I, like just about everyone I know, would love to know the future. I sit and wonder if I will ever own a home? if I will own a horse again? if I will ever fall in love? will my anxiety and sadness at times ever go away for good? Sometimes I tease about ‘being psychic,’ but it just ain’t so. So many say we would really not want to see into the future, but sometimes just a quick glimpse of a certain present circumstance outcome seems like it would be nice.
The truth is that many times I rob myself of the joy of the moments I have being so preoccupied with all the tomorrows of my life. Jesus told us not to be worried about tomorrow when He said ‘So do not worry or be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will have worries and anxieties of its own. Sufficient for each day is its own trouble.’ Matthew 6.34. Yes, tomorrow will have a whole new set of challenges and problems and the God we love will not be scrambling around trying to figure out how to help us. So, I need to stick to today.
Recently, I encountered a situation that has caused me much grief. I did not know which way to turn. Some things pointed to my staying and seeing what happened, and some things pointed to the situation being hopeless and my need to run away from the situation as fast as I possibly could. What to do? Well, I decided to jump ship. I can’t say I have not been confused and disappointed. Why did this happen to begin with? It seems like such an experience in futility to be honest.
While reading my devotions one day, I came across Matthew 24.1-2 -‘Jesus departed from the temple area and was going on His way when His disciples came up to Him to call His attention to the buildings of the temple and point them out to Him. But He answered them, Do you see all these? Truly I tell you, there will not be left here one stone upon another that will not be thrown down.’ It hit me like a ton of bricks. My Savior knows all about the future. Every minute of my future, your future, our futures.
When I am disappointed, I lose site of this fact. I lose site of the fact I can trust the Man Who died for me to know all about my future and all about what is good and not good for me. I can trust Him to direct all my steps even when I cry myself to sleep wondering why something did not turn out as I had hoped.
My faith seems like imagination more times than I wish, but after all the wrestling and struggling through everything, God makes His Light to shine on the situation and I want to trust Him. I want to love Him even when I do not understand because I know that I know that I know, He does and does want what is best for me.
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