Ducks

I am a person who likes to have my ducks in a row.
I even like to have other people’s ducks in a row.
But I’ve found that God is a duck-kicker.

I have had my ducks kicked a lot. Please don’t misunderstand me: I’m not saying that God kicks our ducks out of malice or as a show of power. God is a God of love, not a mischievous or cruel god who has nothing better to do than to screw around with people’s lives. I think it is a sign of God’s sheer love for us that he intervenes and kicks our ducks in the first place. Sometimes I wonder how many times God has saved me by kicking my ducks. I can name a few times that I’m aware of and can guess that there are hundreds more that I’m unaware of. I am beginning to understand what King Solomon meant when he said, “In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.”

Instead of spending my time trying to be in control of everyone and everything, I want to be a person who greets each day with child-like wonder- expecting God to do great things. I’m trying to reprogram my mind to be thankful. To be grateful for every day that I have and for everything that happens in the day. Not like, “Thank you, God- it’s awesome that my car broke down on the side of the road and I slammed my thumb in the filing cabinet at work,” but learning to see God in everything, or at least trust that He is working behind the scenes.

God has proved his faithfulness over and over in my life. He has shown me that I can trust him & trust his plans, whether I understand them or not.