Sometimes I wonder what God is thinking. Just being honest here. There are days when I wish God would just lay everything out for me to see, to sign off on, to give my approval for. When I’m feeling tetchy, I think my approval is an important step God conveniently avoids when He’s working out His plans.
And in my brain, I know that I couldn’t handle knowing God’s plans for me. It would blow my mind. But come on! I just want to know what’s coming. I just want to be able to wrap my brain around it so that I can prepare myself for the shock of disappointed hopes or exceeded dreams. Either way.
And on those particularly irritable days, I just want God to come clean with me. I mean, He’s the one who told me to live this way. He’s the one who commanded I put Him first in all things. So don’t I have a right to question why?
So you see, God chooses to show mercy to some, and he chooses to harden the hearts of others so they refuse to listen. Well then, you might say, “Why does God blame people for not responding? Haven’t they simply done what he makes them do?”
No, don’t say that. Who are you, a mere human being, to argue with God? Should the thing that was created say to the one who created it, “Why have you made me like this?” When a potter makes jars out of clay, doesn’t he have a right to use the same lump of clay to make one jar for decoration and another to throw garbage into? In the same way, even though God has the right to show his anger and his power, he is very patient with those on whom his anger falls, who are destined for destruction.
It’s easy to forget our place, friends.
Have you ever been there? When you forget where you are and who you are and just who you’re talking to? Yeah, it happens to me more often than I care to admit. Talking to God isn’t like talking to your parents or your boss or your representative or even the president. God is bigger than all of them.
God made me. He formed me from nothing and put me here to do something for Him. He made the universe. He made everything we see, everything we touch, and because He made it, He has the right to do whatever He wants with it. That’s having sovereignty.
A writerly example is who has the rights to change or alter a novel or the characters in a novel. If the characters in my novels were real people, they would probably be pretty irritated with me. Some of them might stage a mutiny. But I created the world they live in, and I crafted each of them to fit inside that world to fit a vision in my mind. And because I made them, I own them. I have the rights to them.
That’s a silly example, but you get my meaning.
It can be easy to grumble at God sometimes. I’m not saying it isn’t, but we should always remember who we are and who He is. It’s okay to question Him, yes. Don’t ever stop asking questions. But don’t ask questions to be contentious. If you’re looking for answers or seeking truth, that’s one thing, but if you’re just being difficult, that’s something else.
So don’t shake your fist at God when you don’t understand Him. You’ll never understand Him, not completely. You can know His heart, and you can know what He expects from you. But don’t get upset when things don’t work out the way you planned.
God made you who you are. He put you where you are. He arranged the events of your life to suit His Will. With anyone else, it would sound horrible. It would be slavery. It would be complete and utter totalitarianism. But this is God. God is good. Always good. He never makes mistakes. He always keeps His promises. And even when we see no way out, God is big enough to work every bad situation in our lives into something beautiful.