I went for a walk today.
It seemed to be the only fitting way to celebrate the end of such a beautiful day.
I set off alone with no destination in mind
And was quickly distracted with thoughts.
For the past few weeks,
I’ve been slightly frustrated but mostly confused as to why God chooses to
Put something in my life and then take it away.
I’ve spent a great deal of time
Questioning it and
Trying to figure it out on my own
Because that’s what I do—I want to make sure things get fixed
Just incase God forgets about it or doesn’t make His way back to me.
(Even though I know these thoughts are completely silly.)
So, here I was walking,
Staring at the ground,
And having this little chat with God
While yet again trying to rationalize everything that has happened
When I stumbled upon a dead possum
That had been run over on the side of the road.
I missed it by a few inches
As my heart skipped a beat
While my respiration rate increased.
It was a horrendous sight
And all of a sudden, I didn’t want to be alone anymore.
But as I was walking around it,
I noticed the breeze—the breeze that had been there all along
But that I was too busy to notice.
I was dumbfounded.
Why am I always worrying and trying to fix things
When God is always there?
How could I ever think that He could forget about me?
He has never forgotten to change the seasons at their due time
Or makes the flowers bloom
And like Matthew 6:26 says,
“Aren't you far more valuable to him than they are?”
To be honest,
I feel quite selfish to have wanted answers from God
When I know that God’s timing is perfect
And I know he has everything planned out.
God himself says,
"For I know the plans I have for you. They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”
So no more doubting or questioning,
Whether good or bad,
I trust you God.