Today has been “let the Word do the work” day.
There just comes a point when you’ve done everything you can do and you just have to leave the rest up to God. I mean, there seems to be a fine line between what we’re responsible for and what He takes complete ownership of, like, say, who your kid’s gonna marry and what you’re gonna be like when you’re really old, or if diabetes just runs in your family, you know? We don’t get to choose our parents, after all.
There’s a saying that goes, “Pray to catch the bus, then run like hell.” But Paul wrote in Ephesians 6, “Having done all to stand, just stand…” So do I stand or do I run? If I miss this bus is another one coming soon? I want to think I’ve done my best in everything, but there’s always that nagging question, “What if I didn’t?” I’m praying, I’m running, I’m standing, too, but sometimes it still feels like I just missed the bus no matter which way I look at it.
We should pray. We should do all the “right things” like get up at 4:30 a.m. to read the entire Book of Psalms, fast until breakfast, and then serve in a soup kitchen til noon. But, sometimes, even if we’ve checked off all the boxes of all the shoulds, things still don’t seem to be moving in the direction we would hope. What then?
Maybe that’s the time to “let go and Let God,” to take it “one day at a time,” and just trust that the Word is working in us and for us in ways we can’t see or even know. Psalm 139 (that I read about 4:57 this morning) says that God “knit me together” in my mother’s womb. If He’s smart enough to do that, He’s probably smart enough to take care of the rest of my life, right?
The field goal kicker for Auburn just missed a 27′ field goal. I’m sure he’s practiced a lot and has done a lot of “right” things, but he’s not having a great day. I’m sure he’s just kicking himself right now. Maybe later when the team looks at the reels or he’s laying in bed feeling horrible, he’ll realize his self-esteem isn’t hinged to his performance. Maybe he’ll be okay with having prayed, run, and still missed the bus. Or, maybe he’ll just hurt a lot and trust that God is there with him on the curb as the bus zooms away and he re-lives that missed kick over and over.
Today is “let the Word do the work” day.
If that’s true, then God still loves me. He’s not mad at me for anything and He’s got some good things ahead. Maybe I missed the field goal, or maybe I’ve not done all I could do to do things “right.” It seems to me that if things are ultimately up to me, I’m screwed already because and I could never do enough”right” things to earn His love.
So, I choose now to let the Word work for me.
Whatever buses I’ve missed, whatever I’ve done right or wrong, whatever I can or cannot do, it’s all ultimately in God’s hands now. He’s the One who set life in motion. He’s the One who’s led me through it all, from the womb on. He’s the One who is faithful and who has decided to “work all things together for my good” (Romans 8). He’s the One who’s made the heavens, the earth, the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the stuff that goes into making cars and trucks and buses.
In fact, I think I can see Him at the wheel of another one turning the corner right now.