As the song played in the background the words washed over me reminding me of truths that get so easily lost amidst this crazy life. “He’s got the whole world in His hands.” I need to be reminded. Some days it feels like the earth is spinning all by itself. It’s hard to see His hands wrapped around it all.
This quote says it well. “Often in these training periods we focus on the impossibility of our circumstances instead of the greatness of our God.”- John Bevere-
It’s hard to walk in the seen world with an unseen God. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to stand in front of the Red Sea as it parts straight through the middle. I try to imagine standing outside Lazarus’ grave as he is called out from death to life.
Some days I’d just like to see, really see what’s going on behind the scenes of this habitat in which I live. It’s in those moments I am challenged to believe that God truly is being God in ways my eyes do not yet perceive. My trust is summoned some place at its core. If I could just gaze upon something. I find myself asking, does God really have my whole world in His hands?
Life just doesn’t often look the way I think it will. Things don’t go in the direction I expect them to go. God seems to enjoy throwing curve balls. At least they appear like curve balls to us. But in His world He’s not trying to get us to strike out. He’s trying to get us on base.
When David lost his job we thought it was going to be one of those cut and dry times. We had heard a desire rise up within us as we prayed. In our logical minds we determined we’d just get our names out and doors would open up before us. After all we were following a God-birthed longing we both shared. Surely the path would take us out to walk right into our destiny.
But God threw us a curve ball. Resumes and cover letters were sent out, yet not one door opened. Instead of a walk into our destined job, God made an appointment with us for restoration of places lost.
Much has been accomplished in the heavenly realm while the earthly realm looks puzzling to the naked eye. There has been more going on here than one can readily see. Those who have a front row seat can testify that a transformation is taking place in front of them. Who knew it wouldn’t be about the job?
God is into every minute detail of our lives. It’s becoming more evident to me as we walk these days..
I see it in the small retirement account that has carried us these last months. We had no idea money that the company had been putting in for us would be vested until the paperwork came.
I see it in the gift cards and cash that have come anonymously in the mail. They have offered refreshment and sustenance.
I see it in His unseen ways of this past week.
August 31st was the day David and I set aside back in April. We had determined we would go after the area we had felt led to search. If nothing happened by the end of August we would gather once again to ask what God, what next.
The day before our chosen day I went on my first job interview in 25 years. God orchestrated a conversation in my ZUMBA class two nights before with a woman I had chatted with on several occasions. I’d never asked her where she worked. That night I did. Before the night was out I was telling her that my favorite outside job had been working for a doctor. As I finished she told me she was hiring a part-time office staff position for her family practice. Yes, she is a doctor and no, I had no idea.
At 8:05AM on re-evaluation day I was awakened with a phone call offering me a job. As I hung up the phone it hit us, God had already evaluated things for us. God’s concealed plan had made its way into our known world.
It does something to my heart to watch the unseen world makes its way into the seen. I grasp more deeply the verse that reminds me to put my hope in God. For I am reminded that in His unpredictable world He waits for the just the right moment to show up. I see the twinkle in His eye as my mind awakens more deeply to my reality. This God who loves me so, truly does have my whole world in His hands.
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