I like to think I know what’s going on. I enjoy pretending that I’m in charge. But the fact is, I’m a fool.
I have no idea what’s coming next. No matter how I strategize and plan things out, the future remains a mystery to me. I don’t really know what’s going on from moment to moment, much less from month to month.
Has there ever been a time when someone looked back, ten years later, and said: That’s exactly what I expected would happen?
I’ve often wished I knew what the future would bring. Countless times, I’ve tried to make my visions reality. But the fact is, every moment brings a surprise. The universe is mostly unplannable.
I think it’s designed that way. After all, what fun would it be if we could really control what’s coming next? Where would we find joy in a world where human beings could see everything coming, could account for everything?
Talk about tyranny!
It’s easy to look down on fools, on people who have no idea where they’re going or where they’ve been. But I’m starting to realize that this might be the healthiest place to be. There’s a certain kind of foolishness that’s stronger than this world’s wisdom.
So often, I’ve pretended I know something. But what if I just accepted I have no idea how any of this is going to turn out?
What if I trusted in the one who makes all things work together for those who love him? What if I embraced the fact that I’m just a fool – but a blessed fool, who is cared for by God, in spite of my own not-knowing?
What would it mean to know that God really is in control, even when I’d prefer otherwise?