Have you ever felt like everything is going to just blow up one day? One bad thing after another just kept happening. Or even when things are going well, you still think “Meh, this is temporary. This is all going to be horrible in the end.”
We try to fix things, we make sense out of our surroundings, we schedule our days around things we deem important—perhaps because of our innate need for order. Even the extroverts of all extroverts or spontaneous of all spontaneous need black and white in their lives, too.
But sometimes, despite our efforts to put pieces together, nothing makes sense. Why am I not getting promoted? Why am I still single? Why do I keep distancing from people important to me? Why do I keep chasing after the wrong person after one wrong person? What’s wrong with me?
The moment we think we can understand let alone control everything we will start to self-destruct.
Because we can’t control everything. Even the greatest head of state cannot turn a country’s destiny around. He needs his best generals, staff, economists. All other factors such as international relations, natural disasters, name it. How can one person control all of that? We just can’t, guys. We can’t. And we don’t have to beat ourselves up about it.
We have limits as human beings. There are things we just can’t grasp. Even doctors are astounded by things that happen but cannot be found in books, yeah?
When you are at your wits end because nothing makes sense, it’s actually not your problem.
“Cursed is the one who trusts man, who depends on flesh for his strength and whose heart turns away from the Lord… The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? I the Lord search the heart and examine the mind.” Jeremiah 17:5 & 17:9-10
It’s comforting to know that a difficult task isn’t even ours to begin with. All our what’s wrong with me’s, what am I doing wrong’s, I’m so tired I just want to move on from this-es… It’s not our burden to fulfill, apparently.
The moment we approach God with our broken hearts and tired minds, our broken pieces will fall into place. He’ll make sure they will. Human hands cannot heal a spirit, only He can. And He will.