I think we know in our heads and even in some places of our hearts that God knows best.
But that doesn’t stop us from trying to tell Him what to do. I often get His plan “figured out” and then I try to make it happen. Yes, you read right. I try to make it happen.
This is, of course, fruitless.
I think of Abraham and Sarah and how they tried to make God’s promises come to pass.
It began with this- a Holy visitation and a word from the Lord. “I will make you a father of many nations. I will give you and Sarah a son.”
And the two of them wanted that son a lot…Sarah grew impatient and decided they would need a surrogate. She supplied her servant Hagar to her husband in order to get this son. But it wasn’t a good thing…and it wasn’t really what Sarah wanted because this is not what God had in mind.
Genesis 21:12 says, “For Sarah conceived and bore Abraham a son in his old age, at the set time of which God had spoken to him.”
The New Living translation says, “…This happened just at the time God said it would.”
God’s timing. He sets the times and none of our striving can change that. It’ll happen at the time God said it would.
Last night, I made oven baked chicken with a ritz cracker crust. It was really good but man, it was spicy. I couldn’t figure out what was making it so spicy. Paprika, salt, pepper, thyme, onion powder. Why were we all on fire?
John suggested, “Maybe you mixed up the paprika and the cayenne?” And sure enough I had. We all agreed that it was better this way and it made me think about God.
Sometimes we think we’ve figured out His plan. Sometimes we think we know best but the truth is…
“For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans for a hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
And only He knows when and how and all of that. And it’s like the chicken. Sometimes the unexpected is the most flavorful. Sometimes we can’t imagine what His best really is, we can only see our best. And how can we even know what the best is? God can see the end of the story and we can’t.
I’m in a season of surrender. I’m in a season of placing all that I try to control and manage and worry about on the altar. To make my life a sacrifice of praise. It’s a choice I must go back to day in and day out. Laying down my plans for my family, my plans for my future, my dreams (this one hurts) for all of us on the altar and giving all to Him.
I want my heart to beat with His. I want my steps to be in sync with His. I want to walk the paths He has for me. It’s scary to lay it all down and surrender my own will. It’s hard. But I don’t want to miss His best for me. Thirty nine years in this life has taught me one thing- I am nothing without Him. And His best is what I want. There is joy in the laying it down. There’s something about emptying ourselves out and letting Him fill us back up. There’s something powerful in surrender.
He never holds His best back from us. He gives it with no strings attached and with open hands. But we have to be willing to release control and take it.