Do you ever have those moments of complete panic? Do you ever have moments when you look towards the future, and have no idea what’s going on? You hold nothing but the unknown. You are filled with profound need. You need solutions, you’re working for answers, but they’re as absent as a smile on the 5:45a.m. bus. I think many of us are feeling some level of this panic right now, as summer slows to an end and the fall semester begins.
Freshmen, you’re probably panicking that you’ll be friendless for the next four years (for the record, you won’t be), or that you haven’t declared a major.
Sophomores, you might be worrying about grades and finances.
Juniors and Seniors, you’re probably just as worried about grades and finances, but now you’re also trying to figure out graduation and life after walking across the stage.
Don’t get me wrong, I am beyond excited about school starting again. I can’t wait to student teach, to meet my students, to wander through autumn leaves on the way to work–and yet there are so many worrying unknowns this time of year.
Sometimes they seem to creep into our hearts. They make us doubt ourselves, and grace, and the providence of God. I’m just being honest; it’s a struggle.
Let me share something with you guys.
When I was back home, during the flurry of packing where you try to fit your heart and gym socks into a suitcase and tell everyone that “you’ve got things together”, I start panicking. Actually, I started freaking out–several times in fact. All the unknowns of the next six months crept into my heart, creating this anxious and debilitating fear.
Then I stumbled on this verse. It’s in Matthew when Jesus and the disciples are sailing. Jesus is sleeping when suddenly a storm assails the boat. The disciples freak out and start screaming about drowning. Then this happens,
“And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm.” Matthew 8:26, American Standard Version.
O ye of little faith.
I’m still reading those words. Our worrying is almost laughable sometimes. We fret and worry, and don’t trust God. We forget that Christ is our Advocate, someone who fights for us–and yet, trusting God doesn’t mean you get that luxury car. It doesn’t mean that everything works out the way you think it will. It doesn’t mean life is perfect.
Have you read about persecuted Christians?
Life is not perfect for Christians. What it does mean is that we have an excellent “worst case scenario”. Even in the grip of disease and death, we will see Jesus. What it does mean is that the plans of God will not be thwarted. What has been decided will come to pass. What it does mean is we have an Advocate, and there is no passivity in His nature.
Certainly, we will not always understand the business of heaven, but God can and does meet needs. My roommate has a gift for seeing this. She has way more to worry about than I do, and yet she worries less. She has a sure faith in the plans of God. She is acquainted with Providence. Her entire life has been spent in watching God meet specific needs. It’s gorgeous to watch her during times like finals, during the points of the semester when finances are due.
The plans of God cannot be thwarted. Trust. Trust. Trust. O ye of little faith.