“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
Not too long ago, a childhood friend of mine sent me a picture of a school we attended from kindergarten to third grade. As I gazed at the old, rusty buildings, I imagined children running around the school during recess in their green and white school uniforms. I remember playing jump-rope, learning, taking risks of getting my uniform muddy daily (given I only had two pair), eating lunch with friends, only a few of whom I am still in contact with today.
A sense of bitter-sweet feeling overwhelms me every time I recall life before America. Looking back, I see God’s handprints in every situation my family and I encountered. And it still gets me every time to ponder upon how God knew the plans He had in mind… even before I was even born. The thought never ceases to amaze me. He has never failed to show Himself to be so true, available, able, and compassionate over the years. You see, I am a planner. I like having things in order, preferably going day by day according to my schedule. Not long before I got myself totally worn out by this mindset, I realized I cannot have it all together all the time. I realized my own inability to even keep my word for a week. I also realized I often get worried over the littlest things. I missed a given amount of time not fully knowing the complete joy of walking side by side daily with my Planner.
A picture of an old school, a childhood memory, reminded me that God knew, planned, and walked with me through it all. After all, He has brought me this far. He knew what He was doing. And most importantly, He still does. Nothing is sweeter than trusting God and living life according to His plans. We may stumble along the way, but He is there to lift us up. With God, hope never ends.