Whose Job is it Anyway?

     Something that I have been realizing more and more recently is that no matter how hard I try, I will never be better at doing His job than He is. I mean, it’s His job. Right?

     When I find myself talking to someone about how I’m doing and what’s going on in my life, I often find myself coming to my senses that I need to stop trying to control my own life. Most of the time when I notice that I messed up, or fell, or made a terrible decision, it’s usually when I’m at the wheel. It’s funny like that. If God wanted us to go out into the world all by ourselves, we would have to. But that is not the God that we serve.

     One night a couple weeks ago, I found myself with this idea while sitting cross-legged on the floor of a friend’s dorm room. It was a Thursday night. A night after a long day. We all had long classes and homework, yet we went to the weekly large group worship night. We found ourselves singing along to worship songs and listening to a guest speaker. It was fun. As usual, a group of us walked down to the after party and hung out. It wasn’t too bad, we just had to make it through all the rain, and puddles, and dripping trees. When it was about 10 o’clock, I was invited to walk back to our dorm so I agreed. Looking back I have no idea why. It was dark. It was rainy. It was cold. It was everything that I didn’t want to deal with. I, for some reason, went for it anyway. Maybe it was because I was really tired or because I wanted to get to know people better, I’m not sure.

     Somehow I ended up in a room downstairs, just two floors away, sitting in an awkward circle. It wasn’t awkward in the fact that no one was talking, it was awkward in the fact that everyone was talking… just not to me. I was new and unfamiliar. Key word being was. The most that I knew about these people going in was that they were older than me; they knew what they are doing in life; they had this whole "college thing" figured out; and, they love Jesus. Pretty soon we were just talking about our week and everything that had happened. I was basically just what I needed, and I didn’t even know it.

     At one point in the middle someone asked me why I need God. At first I said something about because He is higher than all else and that I need him. A few people looked at me with a questioning look and then I went into a long ramble. Somewhere in the middle of my long ramble of words I threw out the fact that He is honestly way better at doing His job than any of us are at doing His job, and it stuck.

    But really, I can try as hard as I can (and spend my whole life trying) to make everything work out and fall into place, and I won’t get very far. I can only see what is right in front of me, and even then I don’t usually have the right perspective. It would be a waste of time and effort for me to sit here and say that I've never tried to run everything, because I have, but I have come to the slow realization that it doesn't work. It just doesn’t. No matter what way you word it or dress it up or feed it to someone, we are not God, and He is.

Proverbs 16:1-4

To humans belong the plans of the heart,
but from the Lord comes the proper answer of the tongue.
All a person’s ways seem pure to them,
but motives are weighed by the Lord.
Commit to the Lord whatever you do,
and he will establish your plans.
The Lord works out everything to its proper end—

even the wicked for a day of disaster.