As I continue to get caught up fretting about school, God is ever reminding me that this earth is only temporary. The truth of the matter is, I cannot control anything. I may not be here tomorrow. This world may not be here tomorrow. And that is just reality. It is simply a marvel that life as we know it exists now. Who are we to expect more? Yet, our lives revolve around the future. The "American Dream" itself is completely centered on working hard today so that we might be rewarded in the days to come. Personally, I waste quite a bit of my life away worrying about something over which I have absolutely no control.
It is my belief that God created us for so much more than this. He did not raise us out of the dust to have anxiety about tomorrow, to wallow in fear and suffocate underneath the weight of earthly burdens. He made us and placed us in this incredible place to point our eyes to something more breathtaking than the most beautiful thing our eyes will ever behold here. He placed us here to point us to Him. The King of kings. The Lord of lords. The one, true God, in all his spectacularness.
As Christians, we are told that we too are waiting on another day--the day Jesus returns and we stand before God. But why are we waiting? Who are we to delay our praise to our Creator? God's Kingdom starts here. It starts with me and it starts with you. John Calvin once said, "The primary duty of the Christian is to make the invisible kingdom visible." Am I doing that today? Or am I putting it off for a later date? More often than not, I find myself completely consumed in my man-made universe where I make the rules and everything revolves around my success in this world and the way people view me.
The relieving thing is, God understands my thoughts. He made me. And He sent Jesus Christ to die 2000 years before that because He knew that I would be incapable of doing this "life" thing the right way.
Right now, I was planning on studying for my test tomorrow, but God somehow has a way of stepping in and putting me in my place. He grabs me up in His strong arms, swings me around and whispers tenderly, "You are mine, my beautiful daughter. Abide in my love."
"For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, 'Abba, Father.'"
-Romans 8:15
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