On several occasions recently, I have found myself in a situation where I have had two options: fling a fit, or trust God’s sovereignty. I made plans, lined up my ducks in a row, did everything in my power to ensure that I made the right and best decision—and then the whole Jenga tower of a situation collapsed all around me, and I could barely see the remnants of my “perfect” plan, now scattered around me. Suddenly, I had no control whatsoever over the situation, and I found myself back at square one with a lousy attitude about it. You might think that after the first time, I would have learned my lesson, but no–this has happened multiple times over the last 6 weeks.
After yet another carefully-built plan shattered recently, I found myself in a place of angry frustration again, but then, another detail fell into place with such breathtaking, inspiring perfection that I suddenly realized something critical. Oh. I haven’t been trusting God’s sovereignty at all. Instead of surrendering my carefully crafted but obviously flawed plans and allowing God to work, I was all too quick to respond in frustration and complaining, and had I carried on that way, I might have completely missed what happened next. Instead of zapping me with some perspective, though (which, let’s face it, would have been exactly what I deserved), God instead orchestrated the details for a backup plan that would fall into place and mock me to my face with the sheer reality of how much better it was than my original plan. Oh. God is sovereign. Wow, I had forgotten that.
How many times will I miss these opportunities to trust and instead make them reasons to throw a tantrum? When will I remember that God’s sovereignty is absolute? He doesn’t merely have the “big” and “important” details of the universe in the palm of His hand; He cares about the “small” and “insignificant” moments of my life as well; in fact, sometimes those small moments can become the most profound opportunities to trust His perfect plan. When I inevitably fail to trust Him, though, I am so grateful that He doesn’t punish me with a cosmic spanking. Instead, He quietly molds the situation into something far better than I could have ever imagined, which then reminds me with a jolt how much He cares for me.
Have you seen God’s sovereignty in new ways recently? Tell me about it in the comments!