As I stood in the shower massaging the shampoo into my short hair I just felt good. It was more than the hot water cascading on my back, though. I felt peace, and that feeling was better than most anything I’ve come to discover.
“Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere,” I said out loud to the Lord.
Then I kind of giggled to myself. It seemed ironic to me that I felt so content with my life at the moment. From one angle it might appear as if everything were crashing down upon us, as if the comfortable existence we had created with our own hands was tumbling and crumbling apart. Yet, for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to get bothered about it. We were following God’s plan, and that made the rest fade away. It made the crashing waves recede, and it made clarity possible. I would rather be in God’s will in a cave halfway across the world than outside His plan in a comfortable mansion.
What the world might view as failure, I saw as faith.
What might appear to be calamity was God’s intervention, His perfect timing.
What would sensibly be titled a tragedy from a worldly perspective just seemed like a next step for kingdom purposes.
What seemed out of our control was most definitely out of our control, but also a wonderful opportunity to surrender.
What seemed crazy to others probably meant you were on the right track!