I was always the one to color within the lines, perfecting each stroke on my paper landscape. I suppose I expected my life to also be a paint-by-number of my own creation.
Instead, I am having to learn a new art. One of surrender. I can not calculate my future as I did my coloring pages, because I am not the one holding the pen to my story; that is not always easy for me to accept.
From my perspective, the lines are jagged and the colors smeared, but maybe I am standing too close to see the beauty.
Maybe the only way to see clearly is to let yourself see blurry for a season, and let His purpose slowly unfold, content with the future He chooses, come what may.
Although my story may not be clear at the moment, He is. I have to trust, not in what I can see, but in what He can see, in His ways that are above my own, in His thoughts that are clear and perfect.
There is no confusion as to who He is. And maybe that is all I need to clearly see.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.Proverbs 3:5-6