How often have you heard, “It is out of your control”? How many times, then, have we accepted that as fact? Inevitably, things happen outside our control; lightning strikes your house, a tornado levels a town, or your big sister dies from cancer…
The words above by Tolle ring obtrusively in my ears when I feel that life is out of control. How can I capture the moment and believe I would have chosen this? Who would choose this if they could? I can’t imagine a time in life I said, “Please find every crap pile, throw it on top of me, then give me the smallest straw you can find so I gasp for air every ten minutes, and oh by the way, let the epigram more passionately referred to as Murphy’s Law reign over me.
I continue to grow in my walk with Christ and life. No one who knows me would say my path has ever been straight. On the contrary, I feel most who know me well, if at all, would say I have a propensity for finding the most arduous passage through this thing called life.
I have definitely grappled with how to manage and exist through some trials I have faced. I have often cried out to God, asking if He chose the right person or has an ill-disposed sense of humor. Often times I find there has been no audible answer to the inquiries I make. I have heard that God speaks the loudest in the quiet. I would like to think that I am getting better at hearing from God (often as my own voice in my head convicting me of what it is that I have done or am about to do), knowing even more evidently it is me being still and hearing His word through the silence.
When God's plan isn't obvious 