Were you ever angry with God?
Think about the circumstances leading you to that emotion. Was there an expectation that events would unfold in a certain manner? Did disappointment spring up when the actual experience was nothing like your anticipation? Did your response intensify as you reviewed your recent decisions and determined you had chosen wisely and done the right thing?
There’s a verse I sometimes pull out at those moments. In some arrogant way I guess I’m attempting to remind God of His guarantee. My pride takes the lead, and I am ready to instruct Him on the proper way to orchestrate things, like I could spin the world and rotate it around the sun without a disaster.
‘For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11, NASB
I wrestle with my faith and wonder how a jumbled pile of sharp edges, broken pieces, and seemingly unrelated experiences can morph into a future and a hope.
Lessons come from all directions, if I only take time to consider. God is ready to speak, if I am ready to listen. The Psalmist urges me to sit and consider.
“Be still, and know that I am God…”
Psalm 46:10A, KJV
Bobby Rubble, a stone craftsman, begins with a pile of mismatched pieces and a design in his mind. His experienced hands chisel and shape each stone in ways only he understands.
A stone is hammered, sometimes more than once, until the unneeded parts fall away, and the rock is ready to place into the slot prepared for it. That stone, with the corrected shape, can now make its contribution as Bobby Rubble intended.
As more of these prepared stones are added to the scene something beautiful is formed. Each stone joins with others to create something larger than any individual part. The adventurous soul walking the gentle curve of the finished garden path will be delighted with the experience.
OK, Lord, I get it.
You are the Master Craftsman. You know the plan. You have the tools and the experience to wield them. You understand the part I need to play and are shaping me to fit in and do my job.
Hammering and cutting hurts. Shaping takes time and I’m glad You have so much patience. I’m sorry I don’t smooth out straightaway, causing You to repeat cuts. I seem to be attached to those parts You want to remove, and I work very hard to hold onto them.
Make me pliable and usable. Help me understand that Your plan often includes a new function for me. Lower my resistance to change as you shape me. Fill my heart with excited anticipation for the future and hope You hold for me.