I’m a planner. My social calendar is always full; I have a six month calendar at work to strategize through this election cycle; I planned my college classes so I could graduate a full year early. By no means, am I ridiculously organized, and it doesn’t bother me when things don’t go according to plan, but I’ve always known what was coming next.
Until I graduated college, worked at the most fun company, randomly got a job offer in DC, uprooted my life in Nashville, yeeted to the District, and then the coronavirus promptly hit three months later. I cannot say that I planned for any of that. It hasn’t been easy, I’m not going to lie to you, but it’s been worth it. While I have absolutely 0 clue why the Lord sent me here, I’ve learned that I have to trust Him with everything. From my career to boy drama, friendships to mental health, God knows it all and has a plan for it all. He’s the ultimate planner. When this pandemic took over our lives, He wasn’t surprised, even if the rest of the world was.
I might have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m doing my best to follow His lead, walk in His footsteps, and allow Him to have full access to my life because I know His plan is the best plan and His ways are higher than my ways. Trusting God starts with us acknowledging that we don’t know it all, that we’re all hot messes, and that we need Him all the time, not just in the valleys.
So if you’re like me, and you are legitimately confused about the season of life that you’re in, know that you aren’t alone, my dude. Because I’m right there with you, and I’d be willing to bet that millions of other people are, too. God’s playing the long game – He knows your beginning, middle, and end. And while He’s probably not going to tell you what’s next, He’ll ask you to take a hop or a step or a leap. And we need to be ready to jump in head first