It's Sunday afternoon. 4pm. This picture depicts the current cause of anxiety in my household. Now a direct hit to Naples, my husband and I have family there. They chose not to evacuate before Hurricane Irma made its way across the Florida Straight.
“Have you talked to your parents?” I ask for probably the fifth time. “Nope, not yet. Seriously, Meg, you need to wait for them to call us,” he replies (also for the fifth time). Noticing my frustrated expression, he adds, “I’m sure your Dad’s fine too.”
Over the past week, we’ve gone back and forth with each of our parents over their plans to deal with the impending storm. Our get-out-of-town propaganda was promptly ignored, as we were outvoted. Every cell in the body wants to scream, “Do what I want you to do!” But at some point, the heart surrenders...
What a glorious gift, yet a difficult reckoning: Our God is Sovereign, in charge.
We are not.
There’s no escaping the human temptation to control—to arrange our lives (and others’) like building blocks—precisely planned and placed, so as not to topple over. It’s patience-stretching. Trust-growing. Agonizing at times.
Maybe you’re on hold, waiting for a spouse to come home,
For a son or daughter to get on track at school,
Perhaps you’re repairing a friendship,
Waiting for a loved one to stop drinking,
For a parent to take better care of him or herself,
For an apology that may never come.
Regardless of how we feel about it, God welcomes us into relationships drenched in His very own design: Free will.
Those two pesky words describe our ability to make choices that God, Himself, doesn’t always agree with either. Every relationship we share here on earth operates under the same guidelines.
It reminds me:
Of how the father of the prodigal felt as he watched his son pack bags to leave…
Or how Esther prayed and brooded. Would the King grant her requests, or put her to death for her boldness to approach the throne without an invitation?
How it must have felt for Joshua to encounter the man with a sword drawn at Jericho…
What will happen? God only knows. We either concede our defeat in the power struggle or drive ourselves crazy. Overwhelmed in our helplessness, God, in His mercy, appears in our midst—nodding His acknowledgment of the angst. He reminds us, “I’ve been there. I AM in charge, but even I’ve been there. Trust, child.”
Whatever you’re waiting for this week, breathe deeply. Your only authority resides in the tiny cosmos within arms reach. You.
Peace, be still,
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7
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