I used to live for the mystery and wonders of life. I pursued God. I waited in expectation for the good things he had in store for me. But I was impatient. I took hold of what wasn’t mine and thought I read the last chapter of my story. How small of me!
Now I don’t want to know everything. I just want to be a child in his arms. I don’t have to know his every move or why he does the things he does. Call me foolish, but I rather live knowing and trusting a God far bigger than myself than trying to be as smart as him and reach his level. I’ve tried. I’ve failed.
But God’s love is so much greater.