Sometimes things happen outside of our control. For instance, I just spilled a 40 dollar supplement on my kitchen floor. Now if you are anything like the voices in my head you’re thinking, “Actually, not spilling something is inside your ability of control.” And to those voices and you I say, “Maybe.” But the point is, I screwed the cap on, I thought it was tightly sealed, and I didn’t plan on dropping the bottle or watch its contents fall across my floor. Nor did I plan to scream out, causing my roommate to think I had just incurred some injury upon myself. But it all did happen (minus the injury part) and I am only left now to sweep up the mess and move on. And sometimes, that’s all we can do. Sometimes things happen in our life that we had no plans for. And sometimes we have no option but to help what we can and move on, knowing that God is not surprised by this turn of events and that he will provide for what has been lost.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart.”
Jeremiah 29: 11-13 (NIV)
I love the way the New King James Version puts it:
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you”, says the Lord, “thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.”
I find it no coincidence that this verse has been flitting around in my head like a butterfly. It has flown here and there, at just the right moments. When I was stopped at a red light, wondering what will ever become of me, I heard a flutter. The many times I have been stuck at home, feeling more like a prisoner than anything else, due to being sick, there was the beating of wings. When I am listening to friend’s stories of success, wondering why my story can’t be more like theirs, I see a flash of colored wings. And then on this day, spilling an expensive supplement, when money is already limited, the butterfly actually rests beside me, reminding me that God has not forgotten me, and this is not just a waiting period, that this was part of the plan.
There is no need for shame. There is no place to feel forgotten. Our stories are so much more than an inability to make it or measure up to the Joneses. Our stories are not put on pause while we spend 2 years in a waiting room of sorts until God is ready for us. Our stories are not generic versions of others brand name lives. We are the story. We are living avenues of God’s beauty. And because we represent so much of Him, He is there. He is involved. He is intentionally shaping every aspect. For I know the plans I have for you, He speaks to us. He is whispering the sweet, tender reassurance to you even now. You are not forgotten. You are not alone. And you are not waiting. You are exactly where He wants you, because you are His plan. So when you feel all these moments of being lost or alone, take it as an opportunity to find more of Him. Seek Him, know Him, and remember that He actively builds you, moment by moment.