poems.

God is a poet. As I get older, I see his poetry all around me. In beauty, in the words of the Bible, but, more than those, I see his weaving distinctly in this: his timing. I have seen a continual string connecting the hardest and the best times of my life, all woven together by this timing. If you know me, you know I am a control freak. I am a planner. I am scheduled in every sense of the word. I have had the same morning routine for years now: wake up, work out, and allow 30 minutes for a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of coffee. That is my routine, my schedule, my timing. My timing exceeds the little things, though. It extends into the entirety of my life, in my mind. I like to control the events that happen in my life- God has challenged this more than ever this past year. He has flipped my routine upside down, pushed me away from the comfortable, and asked me to trust him and his timing. In the moments, I didn’t realize this. I panicked at the realization that things were not going according to my plan, according to my timing. I gripped tighter to what I wanted, resisting his question, “will you trust me that I want is better for you?” I didn’t want to, but I was forced to say, “yes.” This was the best decision I have ever made. As I look back at the waves I have struggled through, I am seeing this beautiful poem of growth, of strength, of trust. God will ask us over and over again to let him be our God- will we say yes? Will we loosen the grip and fall back into his arms? Will we look forward with excitement to the intricate, personal, caressed poem being written for us to see? I hope that we will. I hope that I will. I hope I choose to bloom again and again because the beauty that results is far better than anything I could imagine. Words are nothing without a writer, and I rest because I know, God is a poet.