Some of the most important decisions in life are made at an early age. Should I go to college, head into the workforce, or beg for more time under my parents’ roof? Which college or trade school will I attend? What will be my major or vocation? Then there’s the nebulous question of my life’s calling and purpose. Oh, and who should I marry and when, if ever?
I don’t know about you, but I made a few of those decisions without consulting my creator, God. In a couple of instances, the consequences of my decision proved that I didn’t seek the wisdom from above that may have made all the difference.
I’ve found the Holy Spirit to be rather untamed. I’m in a hurry most times, but He isn’t.
A recent turn of events in our home were clearly orchestrated by God, but it took years for them to materialize. Colleen and I knew we’d be doing ministry together through Embracing Brokenness but never expected it to take 5 years, until 2023, to become a reality. Her calling to serve the underserved in our community was vital to what God led her into nearly 12 years ago.
So, what’s the moral of the story?
He decides, not us. He decides the who, what, when, where, why, and how.
I’m not saying I have it all figured out or that it will always makes sense, but I do know this – when the Spirit moves, and God is at the helm – there will be no mistake in how He leads.
His timing, His way. Can you think of a better way to live life than letting Him decide?
And that’s the Memo.