Hello, my people!
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while – school has been nuts, as has just my normal life. (Lol, what am I talking about; my life is anything but normal.) I’ve just gotten back (“just gotten back” – hello, influence of all the British shows I’ve been watching) from taking the final of that course I’ve been doing for a while (the writing one that I’ve been talking to y’all about) and a de-stressing trip to my favorite bookstore ever. My baby sister is graduating from high school tomorrow, and that’ll be crazy. (It feels like I just graduated from high school. And now I’m a Senior in college. WUT EVEN.) I’m nannying two full days a week now, which has gone a thousand times better than expected. I sometimes get mistaken for the kids’ mom when we’re out, but that’s okay.
ANYWAY. I’ve been thinking about something for a while that I’d love to bounce off you guys. Sound good? Good.
Ever had one of those moments when you’re just like, “Aww, yiss. I finally have a plan for my life. Cool.” And then it all just goes downhill?
Yeah. That happened to me the other night.
I thought I knew what a certain aspect of my life was gonna look like, and I had a plan for the next several months. Then something happened that just flipped it all on its head. It was like God was saying, “Oh, you think you’re in charge of your life? Let’s shake this up a bit. You don’t like that feeling of listlessness and uncertainty now? Well, hon, there’s a solution. It’s called trusting in Me.”
(This obvs isn’t how God talks in my mind – if He ever does – but it’s what all the feelings sounded like when they were put together.)
I’m learning more than ever before that surrender is a daily thing. We can definitely have plans for our lives, but they’ve got to be flexible. You never know when something will happen that shoots everything clear out of the water.
Now, this thing that happened wasn’t life-altering or anything. It didn’t even change what this aspect of my life looked like. (On the outside, at least.) It was brand-new information that (eventually) solidified my plan. Which was fantastic, because it was what I needed.
God always sends us what we need, doesn’t He? Not necessarily what we want, but what will get us through to the other side enough for us to look back and realize how much better off we are than if He’d just given us what we asked for.
So many times over the past few years, God gave me what I needed rather than what I wanted, and it’s taught me to trust Him – and ask Him to send me what I need in addition to what I want.
However, as we have daily proof, the world isn’t a wish-granting factory, and God isn’t a vending machine. Just because I ask God for something – even if He’s given me the desire for it (I’m looking at you, future husband) – doesn’t necessarily mean He’s going to give it to me now or later… or even ever.
And that’s where patience comes in. I’m asking for a lot of patience right now, because there are days when I really wish I could speed up time. (Don’t you???)
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about all of that a lot. I’m finally in a better place (after struggling with lack of patience and wanting something that I will probably never have for almost a MONTH!), and I’m certainly better off since I’ve surrendered this area to God. (Learn from my struggles, guys. Trust me – you don’t want to learn this the hard way. Surrender everything to God. DAILY.)
What do you guys think? Is patience a virtue you already have? (If so, teach me your ways!) Are you struggling with flexibility? Are you influenced by too much British TV??? Let’s talk!