We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps. ~Proverbs 16:9, NLT
I’m thinking again about the little girl we talked about on Monday. Remember, she ran her race and was scooped up into strong arms? Such an image, though several days have passed, will not leave my mind. I think God is using her to tell me something—and it’s probably important.
I have this idea in my head of how my life should work out. Strangely, though, it doesn’t follow the course I’ve charted. Right now, in a season of waiting and wondering what’s next, all I really know for sure is that God has a plan, and there’s a finish line I’m supposed to be pursuing. The frustrating part is that I’m not sure where it is or what the map really looks like.
I think that little girl felt that way on the day of that track meet. Remember, she has issues with vision. But that didn’t stop her. She kept going forward, well, mostly forward, and when she got too far off track, her para was right there, redirecting her progress. And when it was all said and done, she finished. Not first, last, but well. She finished well.
What does this tell me? First, there is a course. A plan mapped out, even if I can’t see the whole thing. Next, the Holy Spirit is with me, guiding me just as that para ran beside our little finisher. And finally, God the Father is waiting to receive me at the end—even if I come in dead last.
Has anything about this little girl’s race spoken to you?