I have almost no idea what God’s going to do in my life

Me (Mistaken Me)

I was re-reading my post from yesterday and I came across this sentence and now that I’ve thought about it, I don’t think it’s true.

No, I don’t know what job I’ll have or where I’ll live or whether or not I’ll have more kids in ten years, but that stuff’s just not as important as I sometimes make it out to be. That stuff’s just setting, character development maybe. It’s not the story.

I do know what God’s doing in my life (and what He’ll always do)—if we’re talking big picture. I know that He’s transforming me into something better, something more like Him. I know that He’s protecting me and walking beside me and comforting me. I know that He’s pushing me and convicting me and making me uncomfortable. I know that He wants to use me—and that He is using me right now. Literally, right now. While I wrote that last sentence. God was using me then.

God is going to make something great out of all this stuff I’m living, and while I can’t see the details right now—and I really want to see the details—I can make out the picture.

I think it’s funny how I felt (feel) like I deserve to know what God’s doing in my life. My life. Makes me think of Colossians 3:3, “For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.” I’ve given up my rights to this life, turned the whole thing over to God. “Hidden” is what’s so frustrating, but because it’s in God, hidden isn’t so bad.