I promise I will be funny at some point. My original intent for this blog was not to be introspective, but funny. Lately someone has had other plans for this platform. I am not the writer in this family, Ric is. So, in order to at least hold my own and not look like a complete imbecile, I rely on God to give me the words for my posts. I figure He is smarter than Ric and certainly smarter than me. Well, apparently He doesn’t feel the need for me to be funny right now. Apparently I have much growing up and learning to do, and the words He has given me have been quite serious. Not bad, in fact, they have been reassuring. Just not of the “Oh Rin, you are HI-LAR-I-OUS” variety that makes me feel oh so good.
So, I went to bed early last night while Ric decided to watch some sub-par selection on Netflix. As I crawled into bed with my phone I decided to do something novel. I decided to open up the Bible app on my phone and actually follow day 4 of my Bible study plan I started about 3 weeks ago (Yeah, we may address that later). As I was searching for said plan, I was feeling apprehensive about a couple upcoming events and the words of my favorite Psalm came to mind. Psalm 46 “God is our refuge and strength”, and then I started singing the old choir anthem in my head. I distract easily, it’s a problem.
Back to my Bible study….I opened up day four and now I remember thinking it said to read Luke something or other, but at the time I just hit the little link to take me to the passage, and I was transported to Psalms by Apple’s magic. No, it wasn’t Psalm 46, it was Psalm 91. I know, this seems anticlimactic right now, but it gets better. Verse 2 reads “I will say to the LORD, “My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust”. There you go. Refuge. Then it came up again, with a beautiful picture of a loving parent: verse 4 tells us that “under His wings you may seek refuge”. What is even more mind blowing is that the picture of resting under God’s protective wings had been on my mind for the past week. I love when He makes every sermon, every passage, and every prayer time go back to the same subject.
So, I go back to read the devotional and looked at the link and it said Luke. There is where the “coincidence” part plays in. I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe everything happens for a reason and there is a divine hand of Providence over these things. Good and bad. Even the very bad or the very scary. He knew I needed to hear that He takes care of me and He is in control over all the details. Whatever comes along, He has my back. My job is to trust Him. Trust that wise, loving, righteous, all-knowing, nail-scarred hand.