Mary got an angelic visit with a life-changing message. Shepherds got a world premiere anthem from the sky with promises of peace (and quite possibly a light show). Wise, wise science guys from the East got sky charts that lined up just right.
<sigh> Things were so much clearer, back in Bible times...
Calling. Do you have one? Have you always? How did it come to you? Has it ever changed?
...what if you're wrong?
One thing I am certain of: I always pictured myself, at 50-something, knowing. You know, knowing what the path was. What I should be doing. How I should be getting from A to B. What A and B even ARE.
<facepalm> Things were so much clearer, back in Bible times...
And then I hear the voice of the prophet:
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord,
"plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future."
--Jeremiah 29:11
And I realize, from this side of 50, that those "plans" that God has for me, the ones that give me "hope and a future"--maybe, just maybe, those plans are less about doing specific things at specific times, and more about living with my face turned toward the light, walking in hope. Maybe, just maybe, life is the sign I've been waiting for.
...not saying I'd turn down a chat with an angel, though...
No comments:
Post a Comment