His Plan

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” - Proverbs 3:5-6

 

“Where do you see yourself five years from now?”

Have you ever been asked that and had no clue what the answer was?

Look at it this way. If five years ago today would you have wholeheartedly believed you would be where you are now?

 

Where did your plan go wrong? Might I suggest that the point where it all went wrong was at YOUR!

 

Throughout my life I have never had a clear vision of what I want to be when I grow up, what I desire to do for a career. I have learned to be okay with that. I have no control over what goes on in my life. It can change in the blink of an eye. A crippling injury, the death of a loved one, even the failure of a college class can potentially throw our life off the pretty path we thought we were destined for.

 

Well bad news buddy, it’s not your life.

 

Christ Jesus died for you. This perfect, sinless Son of God came down from heaven itself nearly 2000 years ago because He saw YOU and He loved you so much that He sent Himself in human flesh to endure the worst possible agony even unto the cross because God saw what He had made and HE LOVED IT! He loved you…

 

When Jesus died He bought you. He cleansed you of your disgusting sin with His blood so that you and I could spend eternity with Him. He has every single right to you and He has the scars to prove it.

 

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” - John 3:16

 

This is not my life. I have no idea where I will be a year from now let alone five years. I could be home, or at Bible College in California, on a mission trip to Israel, or even in the Philippines. It’s up to God what happens to me.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” - Matthew 6:25-34

Why do we worry? Jesus states here that He is perfectly capable of feeding and providing shelter for the birds. Why would it be any more difficult for those He died for? The simple truth is that it isn’t. We worry because we listen to the wrong voices. We listen to the world tell us what we should look like, who we should love, what we should wear, who we should obey, and what we should eat.

 

If only we could disregard the world as well as we can disregard a Sunday morning message.

 

God has a plan for each of us. His desire is that we would live for Him and show His love for us to those who do not know Him so that they may come to His saving grace and forever be with He who loves us so.

 

That is His plan.

 

 

“I am immortal until God's work for me to do is done. The Lord reigns.” - Henry Martyn

 

“Delight yourself also in the LORD, and He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the LORD, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass.”                    - Psalm 37:4-5

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