Life’s a bitch. Life’s a beach. Life’s a bowl of cherries. He who dies with the most toys wins. He who dies with the most toys still dies. I’ve heard many trite references to this thing called Life, but if I were to put my thoughts about it into one concise sentence, I would say, “Life is fragile.”
Every day we wake up with breath in our lungs is a gift from God. Is that how I start my day? Admittedly, not most of the time. My first reaction is to go into Auto Pilot mode. I tend to move forward with my day, giving very little thought to my actions. Most of my day is based on routine, until something out of the ordinary comes along and rocks my little bubble of familiarity.
Although God is with me all the time, the individual moments are mine, and full of choices I must make. Free will is forever taunting me. We all live each moment of our lives on the precipice of living for ourselves vs. living for God. Sometimes the answer to the question of which decision to make is a no-brainer, but sometimes, it is unclear. It is in those moments of uncertainty that faith comes into play. Instantly, we must choose whether to forge ahead with our limited scope of knowledge or trust that God will provide the answer in His time.
I think it all comes down to pride. Do I want to be in control of my life? Or do I want God to be? Do I want what I want more than I desire what God has in store for me? I sincerely hope that each time I find myself in a situation of not knowing what to do, I will humbly realize that I don’t know all there is to know about what’s going on. I don’t know what the future holds.
I got a piece of really good advice awhile back, and I have applied it many times: If you don’t know what to do, don’t do anything. Sometimes, all I can do is rest in the peace of knowing that the God who loves me will lead me in the right direction. I might not get an answer when I think I should, but taking “me” out of the equation allows me to realize that I will get the answer when God thinks I should. And His timing is perfect.