But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.” My times are in your hands…
I get excited easily. This is not at all surprising to those of you who know me well. Probably the thing that gets me the most excited is the joy I receive from relationships with God, family, and friends.
I absolutely LOVE being involved in the lives of people around me. I desire to hear about and share in trials, triumphs, joys, dreams, successes, and every little bump in the road in between. Sometimes, in spite of all this excitement, I catch myself thinking about changes which will inevitably effect these relationships in the future.
Because it is a well-known fact that those exciting, beautiful dreams and the mundane, every-day routines of life, will take us all over the country and the world.
It is nights like tonight, after spending a weekend on campus with old friends and new that I am reminded of how very short this precious time is.
And it is nights like tonight where I am also reminded how very thankful I am that my times are not my own.
If there is one lesson I have been learning my whole life, it has been to trust that the Lord has my times in His hands.
I’ve never been the biggest fan of change, especially when a change seemed to signify to me that an important relationship was going to change. Let me give you a few examples.
- The summer after second grade we moved from Illinois to Minnesota. I was so distraught about leaving friends and familiar surroundings that I told my parents I was going to super-glue myself to the wall and that they could not make me go. (My nine year old self must have realized this was a bad idea once I thought it through, because I got in the car and went and it became my favorite state and home).
- Eighth grade graduation seemed like torture to me. I was convinced, and I mean absolutely convinced I was going to lose dear friends and that a new, scary, big high school was going to be the worst experience ever. (I’ve still keep in contact with some of these people, and one remains one of my best friends to this day. Love you Em)
- High School was not the worst experience ever. I loved it. I dreaded leaving my entire senior year. There were farewells to band and speech and teachers and friends. And I cried my eyes out. (I can still play my instrument, compete in speech, and stay in contact with teachers and friends).
- College. Oh dear. I was a mess the night before starting school. Saying goodbye to my family set off a full-out panic attack. (I cannot imagine my life without the people and experiences I have had here).
You get the point. No change and potential shift in relationships has ever seemed pleasant to me. But through each and every change, God brought new friends and gave me the ability to continue relationships with the old.
And through each of those new relationships and experiences, I learned valuable lessons that have helped to form me into the person I am today.
So maybe you’re like me. Maybe nights of sharing life with friends gets you all worked up when you think about how very short your time with them is.
But I want to challenge you today to stop that thought, and just enjoy the time you have with them today. Trust that the Lord knows what is best for you. That your time is in His hands.
It will make life so much more full and memorable.