From the rain and the cold to the drink that I spilled on my shirt
'Cause You knew how You'd save me before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day long before You made me out of dirt
And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can't plan the end and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace just to get me to sleep...
(Caedmon's Call, "Table for Two")
I have caught myself humming this simple yet profound tune throughout the day... This place I'm in now...this holding pattern, season of waiting, whatever the label, has been a real stretch. My faith has been tested, really put through the fire, in recent weeks and I am now at a place where I can vaguely see what is going on, but can't yet see the end. Does that even make any sense? I've come out of the depths of toying with doubt and fear, and can see myself in the midst of a season of waiting with the hand of our wonderful, merciful God on me and my husband. This season is far from over, but my perspective is being cleared even as this very day transpires. I am out of the depths and in a place where I can actually feel His constant comfort. I am reading the Scriptures with renewed, refreshed, and hopeful eyes. Because of who our great God is, because of His rich promises for us, His sons and daughters, I can wholeheartedly say that I am thankful for where He has us. My husband and I are still clueless as to what is in store for us, but He knows and He provides - and that is more than enough for me.
I have not departed from the commandment of His lips;
I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my portion of food.
But He is unchangeable, and who can turn Him back?
What He desires, that He does.
For He will complete what He appoints for me,and many such things are in His mind.