The One Who Holds Tomorrow

I sat outside the court room tapping my toes. Would they call us in?

Another hour ticked by. I was standing now, my body needing a break from sitting down. How much longer would we have to wait?

And then. . . "It's time to line up."

I found my place in line. I was number 58.

But I soon found out that my number was 14.

I could not believe it. All of a sudden I found myself seated among thirteen other men and women wide eyed, listening to the judge give instructions.

This was not going to be the week I had planned.

I am by nature a planner. I want to know what I am going to do and when I am going to do it.

I learned through a week at court being part of a trial, how much I want to be in control.

However, I had no idea what my week would look like.

How long would we be in the court room?

What time would lunch be?

When would we recess? Would it be early afternoon or would it go to to 8:30pm again?

I didn't know what the day would hold. What next witness would walk through the door? What would they say? Would I be able to handle it? Would I be able to handle what I saw?

Through all of this, I learned that it is okay to trust the experts.

I trusted that the judge and attorneys knew what they were doing, even though I did not know them personally.

This got me thinking about my relationship with God.

Sometimes things in my life seem like they are out of my control and I do not know what lies ahead. However, I do know the One who holds my tomorrows.

In addition, I recognize that I have been given a gift: a relationship with God who gives me opportunities to make choices and decisions, but also chances to trust and leave things in His very capable hands.

I have questions about my future and sometimes I need to remember that everything cannot be planned out, but there is no question about the love and care of the Lord and the closeness I get to experience through trusting in Him.