Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Your perfect will in your perfect way

Here are the things going on with just some of my girlfriends:

- waiting to find out that a baby will not turn breech again and require a c-section
- waiting to find if husband will get a new job, entailing a total career change and relocation
- waiting to find out when the MRI for a mysterious skull numbness will take place
- waiting on the Lord to provide solutions to financial strain

Here am I, resting a bit after some shakeups, waiting to move, waiting on an offer from a buyer on our house, waiting on various pieces of news from friends and family, wanting pieces to fall into place.

I did download the Getty album I mentioned in my previous post, and over the past few days, a few songs have become dear to me.  One in particular speaks to the heart in the situations mentioned above, and it is called "The Perfect Wisdom of our God."  The first verse is about God's creative power and control in the universe, the second, about His plan and purpose of redemption in the cross, and the third, about His activity and leading in each individual life.  I'm just going to post the lyrics from that last verse here in their entirety.

Oh grant me wisdom from above,
To pray for peace and cling to love,
And teach me humbly to receive
The sun and rain of Your sovereignty.
Each strand of sorrow has a place
Within this tapestry of grace;
So through the trials I choose to say:
“Your perfect will in your perfect way.

I need to care for a daughter right now; she wants to put her new doggie costume on.  Such are the transitions that punctuate life these days.  Such is the Christian life, sometimes.   Unpredictable, yet, I trust, in some way, perfectly timed.

2 comments:

Lorelei said...

This post reminded me of a verse in the hymn that is currently treading water in my head, God Moves In A Mysterious Way by Cowper: Blind unbelief is sure to err, and scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter and He will make it plain.

Kim Martinson said...

That is what hymns do, don't they? And they keep us afloat, too.