Have you ever felt like you had everything figured out in your life and a perfect plan for your future? You get so excited about the next season of life and all it has to offer. Then, without warning, everything crumbles. One thing goes wrong and all of your plans and aspirations feel so far away. We tend to place our identity in what we see our futures looking like. It gives us a sense of “purpose” and “fulfillment.” This was the story of my life until recently. I have always been a very type-A kind of person. I kept a plan, a backup plan, and a backup plan for the backup plan. I placed my identity in my earthly goals and ambitions. Everything had a step, list, and process. My life was fully in my control— until it wasn’t. I have always been a “Christian.” I went to church, I did my devotionals, I even tithed on occasion. I proclaimed to the world that I trusted Jesus with all my heart and that He came first in my life, yet I had a checklist made out for Him to follow. It took one illness to wreck every plan I had and the very foundation on which I had built my “perfect” life. I suddenly had no identity, no purpose, and no idea where my life was going. I was drowning in the chaos that I had created for myself. But guys, chaos is where Jesus THRIVES. He met me in the midst of my detriment and pulled me into His arms. He wasn’t angry with me for my lack of trust in Him. He wasn’t boastful of my failures. Instead, He proclaims that I should rest in Him. I should come to Him, weak and weary, and He will give me rest and comfort. How amazing? While I abided in Him, He sorted out my mess for me. He removed from me a relationship that was anything but Christ-centered, gave me discernment in my education, and provided a fresh start through relocation. So here I am, months later, beautifully broken and overflowing with joy, knowing only one aspect of what my future holds— Jesus.
“Come to me, all you who are weak and weary, and I will give you rest.”