The dishes piled high in the sink.
The laundry basket overflowing.
The careless word from his tongue.
The blog post that hasn’t been written.
The “what if” and “how am I going to” worries drowning out courage.
The fear that grips you when you are asked to serve.
The phone call from a friend that changes the course of your plans.
The important meeting you insist you are too tired to go to.
Every day it seems like I have to “let go, so I can let God.”
I say I fully trust God, yet when I have a choice, I prefer to be the problem solver. I’ll handle this one, God. I like to be on top of things. I’ve got this day planned out, thank you. I prefer to be in control of my time and make the decisions that suit my personality, my schedule, my needs.
But sometimes He asks me to do the impossible.
The uncomfortable. The inconvenient. The frustrating. The exhausting.
He sends Divine Appointments to knock at my door or shoot me a text when I had other plans.
He asks me to LET GO of MY PLANS and SHOW UP to HIS.
I have to let go and let God every.single.day.
When I’m crazy behind on work but I am asked to let it go so I can make it to church on time to greet someone new.
When my husband asks to spend the evening with me and I see the dishes are piled high in the sink and the blog post is still unwritten, I pray God will give me the grace to let the dishes stay for awhile longer.
When a friend calls asking to meet and I was about to crawl into bed for much needed sleep, I pray God would be like caffeine to my exhaustion so through my “yes” He can heal a wound and offer encouragement to a weary soul.
When a word that stings deep slips through to my heart, I pray I can model God’s grace and forgiveness.
When I’ve already given my fair share and God asks me to give or do a little more, I pray He’ll pry open my hand and remind me He can be trusted.
It’s not about me. There is so much more going on in God’s agenda for the day than what I had planned or what I can see.
I pray God can open my eyes a little wider to see what is unseen, make my stubborn heart a little more sensitive to His concerns, and make my weary feet arrive where He wants them to be.
So we fix our eyes on not what is seen, but on what is unseen, for what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. (2 Corinthians 4:18)