Just because I didn’t post during the last two weeks doesn’t mean the buffet production line has stopped completely. In fact, there are six new post ideas I’ve been mulling over and my OneNote blog notebook is stuffed with dozens and dozens more. My to-do list is equally overwhelming after a wonderful month-long visit from Caitlin and crew with trips to the beach and the park and the playground. But as I panicked looking over my list, I remembered a question I sometimes heard over the past few weeks. Every so often, one of Sam’s parents would look him in the eye and ask, “Who’s the boss? Who’s in charge?”
Sam was usually asked the question after a third cookie or complaining about what he wasn’t allowed to do, and the tone of his answer tended to be one of grudging acceptance. I too find it challenging sometimes to be reminded that I’m not the boss.
But at other times it can be a comfort to know I don’t have to figure it all out. The position of submission is the place where I can receive God’s love. This week, I’ve found it reassuring to know that I can go to God with all my ideas and opportunities and possibilities and tasks and put them under His lordship. I can trust Him to turn my fragmented and unfocused life into an integrated and ordered whole.
You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in You.