I’m a planner. If you’ve followed my blog for long, you’ve heard my admission to being a recovering control freak.
To be honest, I don’t really like control anymore. It’s uncomfortable. I’m okay with responsibility and influence. And I’m organized and want to be intentional about using the time and resources God has given me, but it has become more of a yield than a drive. God has repeatedly revealed the strengths and skills he gave me while chipping away at the rough edges I misunderstood and misused at times.
Relying on him through uncertainties and trusting him for patience and flexibility has come in handy this year.
Seriously, how many plans have you made that have been changed this year—just in the last month? Cancelled trips, creative weddings, postponed gatherings, restructured teaching/learning, technology-accessed connections, rescheduled (and rescheduled again) appointments.
Deaths with no family surrounded.
Grief with no gathering of support.
Births will little or no family and delayed snuggles.
Teaching with no classroom.
Worshiping with no building.
Serving with new boundaries.
Healing away from caregivers.
Figuring out new rules and guidelines.
Listening to others. Helping others. Reaching out to others.
To me, adjusting is an act of trust and faith. It’s not about figuring it out as I muddle through; it’s knowing God well enough to choose the strength I know I might lack but he provides. It’s knowing the outcome isn’t as important as the process—anxiety lessens as hope increases. And truth is at the core of it all.
2020 might not look like you or I expected or wanted, but that doesn’t mean we’re ill-equipped. We don’t have to be overwhelmed by what feels overwhelming. God is bigger. Faith doesn’t take away the crisis; it makes way for what’s possible. Faith reminds us of purpose in God’s plan, even when the season we’re in looks murky.