What am I not doing?
Talk about a terrifying question, with some potentially terrifying answers.
Last night, I talked to a dear, sweet friend. A friend, who, we both agreed, do not talk often enough. She’s been my person, and my support, even though sometimes we go months without talking.
The exciting thing is is that she’s getting married. I am absolutely over the moon happy for her. Genuinely, ecstatically happy. Because she is happy. You know the kind of happy that just explodes out of someone’s face?
Well, it just so happens that her fiance has never been married before. And, as women of a certain age, that doesn’t happen very often. But his comment was that he has been waiting for her to come along.
She sent me a passage that her fiance read to the point he memorized it. And he let that keep running through his head. It’s a beautiful passage titled “A Message From God About the Perfect Human Relationship.” But this beautiful, well written passage, prompted me to ask, once again…what am I not doing?
As a Christian, as a Jesus follower, what am I not doing?
I am certain that I am far from perfect. There is not one thing in this universe that I am more sure of. But I also know that I am better than I once was. (Isn’t there a country song in there somewhere?)
Tell me if this sounds familiar…
So I know that God has this super awesome and amazing plan for my life! And I’m going to let God take control of things. And it’s going to be, like, the best thing ever.
Meanwhile, in the back of your mind…
So I’m just going to say that, and play along for a little while…and hope that saying that makes all of MY hopes, MY dreams, MY plans come true. Because, clearly, I know what is best for my life.
Hey guess what?
That’s not how it works. Not even close.
I know that’s what has been going through my head.
I DO want God to use me for whatever he has planned for my life. Honestly, purely, genuinely. In the depths of my heart, I want God to use me. I want God’s plan for my life.
But at the same time, what I haven’t done, is let go of MY plan.
So here goes. I’m letting go of my plan. Because maybe it isn’t in God’s plan for my life to get married, or have kids, or travel (more than I already have), or be the perfect teacher, or perfect gardener, or be in perfect physical shape. And it’s honestly, truly terrifying to let go of those plans. I have spent years and years and years making those plans. Hoping for those plans. Dreaming for those plans.
But I also know that releasing my hold on those plans, right now, opening my heart freely and without reservation to God’s plan for my life, there is hope. There is excitement. There is joy. Because all of those plans that I spent years dreaming up, those plans are NOTHING compared to what the reality of God’s plan is for my life.