I might be approaching middle age, but I am not beyond the desire that things work out my way. That life goes according to my plans. That people agree with me and like me. I don’t know if we ever truly grow out of that.
But here is a truth that I too often forget:
God is God, and I am not.
Who am I to question Him? To think that I, in my finite mind and limited perspective, know better then Him how things should go?
But I do. I do question him. I may not say “You’re unfair,” but my actions say it. They say it when, instead of being grateful for the AMAZING gifts he has given me, I complain about the things I don’t have. They say it when I throw my powder down in disgust because it can’t cover the blemishes that I – long past my teen years – still have. They show it when I whine about not getting those cute new pumps I saw at DSW while sitting in front of my cable TV and surfing my high-speed internet.
I am so thankful for God’s word that pierces through the lies my heart tries to feed my mind. God’s word tells me that God is God. I was put on this earth to serve him, not the other way around.
When I remember that – and live that – I go from cranky, “why can’t I get what I want?” to joyful. Because joy doesn’t come from getting everything you want. It comes from knowing you have everything you need.
