I know, LORD, that our lives are not our own. We are not able to plan our own course.
God is in the process of wrecking me, I think. I'm fairly certain this grand 'ole move out to Mudville, Texas was about more than just a great job opportunity for my very talented husband. Before moving here in November, I never had to think of things to fill my days. I had plenty to do, and plenty that just never got done. Not so in the new place.
I anticipated that this would be the case, though, so I started looking for day-fillers before we even moved. I perused dozens of websites for many organizations, looking for just the right one where I could be a big 'ole blessing to them. One of them was this awesome non-profit that works with women with criminal records and their children. As I read their mission and goals, I thought, "Oh, how I could just single-handedly FIX all of those poor little lost women's lives." Are you nauseous, yet?
I was immediately praying, "God, show me how I can plug into this ministry. How can I change these women's lives?"
God does, indeed, answer prayers! Our first week in town, I had a chance meeting with the director of the organization, and I immediately asked her, "What are your greatest needs right now?" Without skipping a beat, she replied, "Tutors and mentors for the kids."
But, I don't do kids anymore. I work with women. That's what I do.
I desperately tried to strike up the negotiations with God, but He wasn't having it. He quickly reminded me that I had prayed and asked how I could change these women's lives, and His very clear answer was, "Through their kids."
You see, Dear Ones, God is changing more than my mailing address. He's changing my attitude. He is reminding me that my job is to do what He asks, not what I determine.
My prayer is that my new routine will be listening to God first, and then making the quick reply, "Okay, God, that's what I'll do, and may your name be made famous in the process."