I thought he was perfect for me. I saw every reason why God had placed him in my life. I could give you ten, fifteen reasons why it made sense. Why it was absolutely perfect.
I had done all the arithmetic. I could write out a mathematical proof why this match was meant to be. It was meant-to-BE. And so after I’d get off the phone with him, I’d close my eyes and bless God. I’d thank the Lord for this good and perfect gift. I’d be filled with amazement at the kindness the Lord had shown me, gracing me with such a guy in my life. Guy/ male/ brother/ man, I’m not sure which suits him better. Now I really think the best word is “boy” but I’ll stick with “guy”, just to be gracious hehe.
So as I said, he was perfect. And we were talking. And things were perfect. Look, I believed this was God’s will, so deep in my heart. I even stopped praying about it. I knew it, I could see it, I could see our future in ministry. I expected that we might have difficulties but I knew we’d overcome. Because God had placed me by his side and He would take care of it.
But it wasn’t to be.
I am not writing this out of spite or in mockery of the plans of God. But what I’ve learned is that God does not follow your plans or your logic. He does not follow the route your heart’s GPS has suggested to him. He does not follow algorithms or patterns. He is not predictable. He cannot be mocked. He cannot be second guessed. He is I am that I am and His ways are not our ways, neither are His thoughts our thoughts. And so why did the heathen rage? And the people imagine a vain thing? Our meticulous, immaculate imaginations don’t faze God. God is not obliged to follow your perfect specifications and your intricate plans. God is sovereign. This is my whole point.
So maybe when you’re writing your vision this time around, my words of advice to you dear friend? Make it plain.
What do I mean? Your vision, my vision, needs to be plain. Don’t tie yourself down to unnecessary details and specific conveniences. The first clothes ever made were by God, they were simple but they did the job. But we humans, we so fancy. We like to build towers of Babel, thinking we can reach the heavens and control things. We’re such control freaks, we want to figure out every tiny detail of our lives and see it all played out as we wish. Well sorry. God has His own will, His own plan and last I checked, He’s sticking to it.
By all means, make plans! But make them very plain. Leave space for God to tweak here and there. God is worse of a melancholic than you are. Read the specifications of Noah’s ark and see, check out how Solomon’s temple was built yo. He’s got you and your life figured out. So trust Him. Stop drawing lines with your tiny rule and trust his jagged edges. We’ll be fine people. Trust, we will be.
We each have lists. Lists of qualities in our future partners (so errm he has to be dark-skinned, wear glasses, at least six feet one, must have a second degree, must like eating what I eat, must speak the same languages as me, must want to build a bible school and have four sons and one daughter but honey, you think God will answer all that? Why have you enlarged your desires like so? Hab 2:5). Lists of places we want to go. Lists of things we would do and accomplish. But when the Savior of the world was to be born, there was no room anywhere for him. Could it be there’s no room on our lists for God’s will?
I’m done. I’ve said what I can. Let’s not over-complicate things. No
fancy. Not anymore. Let’s keep it all plain.
And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. Habakkuk 2:2