Sometimes I sit and fret over the “what-if’s?” Like now for instance; I’m pondering my mistakes and their consequences…wondering if I’ve messed up to the point of no return? That my propose has been thwarted..my future self- sabattoged. The things God was going to use me for, now too far out of reach. I have been derailed…
As I sat here questionong what could have been…as a crying baby disrupts what use to be quite time…time spent alone..where I thought I grew most, found God, and prepared myself for whatever I presupposed was my destiny…
I hear God say, “Who’s purpose?”
“Who’s big plans?”
What did I have in mind? And where did those big ideas come from?
I am thus reminded, that many times I place God in the middle of what I had purposed for myself. My vision. What I had predetermined was for me all along. I just assumed God was the author, because it was neatly wrapped and named in His honor.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord . For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:8-9 ESV