Now listen, you who say,
“Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there,
carry on business and make money.”
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow.
What is your life?
You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Instead, you ought to say,
“If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.”
As it is, you boast and brag.
All such boasting is evil
There I am with my ducks lined up.
I am starting to think that all things are possible.
I'm so busy looking at my ducks and lining them up,
I don't realize my downward gaze.
Well, they were lining up nicely.
Until suddenly someone came and blew those little ducks right out of the water.
I am standing, soaking wet feeling silly for my foolishness.
Humbled in a moment.
Why must it always come again and again to this?
And there I am longing for heaven, right in the midst of the mess.
Wondering how the messes seem to mold themselves into
the perfect storm for the season of my life.
Oh, I despise that I forget His promises in an instant.
Forget He is sleeping just below deck.
And I am watching the waves and cursing the storm, all to my shame.
He rises and rebukes the wind and the waves,
yet I am not so easily calmed.
Because ducks are supposed to line up, right?
Then I realize I have been so busy planning that it is
Wednesday when I am reading my Monday devotional and dumbfounded,
I read the words...
"You will not find my peace engaging in excessive planning:
attempting to control what will happen to you in the future.
That is a commonly practiced form of unbelief. "
~ Sarah Young in Jesus Calling
I sit straight, the words stinging me upright.
I absorb the blow.
Am awed and humbled.
I have been planning and lining up my ducks and missing something.
Unprepared, though He wanted to prepare me
in my quiet time for the storm brewing,
unknown to me.
The Eye of that storm Sunday, settled over our home by Tuesday
and I was taken by surprise.
Because I was busy with my ducks.
How they were lining up so nicely.
Now they seem so insignificant really.
Because the Maker of ducks and me,
really is in the business of lining up the ducks just right.
And sometimes when I am lining them up,
He needs to blow them right out of the water to set them aright.
I want it to be easier.
I want it to be neat.
I want those ducks in a row.
I want the peace that comes from my planning.
I want the security of seeing my ducks in a row.
Yet I know it cannot be so.
Because I am not guaranteed tomorrow.
And sometimes ducks are distracting.
So I lift my gaze to the one who has ducks,
storms and all in the palm of His hand.
He leads me again and again lately to Psalm 121.
It's as if He is really asking me to own it in my heart.
That I might truly believe from my core that which I profess.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
Oh, Lord I know better.
Forgive my unbelief.
Perfect love casts out fear.
Help me believe where I doubt.
You are faithful.
You are perfect. You are love.
Lord, help me to trust You, in the weak places,
where I rely on self instead of your grace.
May you help each one today who is trusting in anything
else but your grace, to be free of that which hinders them
whether, doubt, fear or unbelief.
In Jesus Name. Amen.