I am so glad that God is in charge of this world.
I’ve been thinking about Bruce Almighty this morning. You know the Jim Carrey movie where they guy rails and rants to God until God lets him have the reigns for a while? And Bruce, well, he totally messes everything up.
That would be me. See, being squarely out of my routine for the past couple of weeks has proven to me that I sort of like structure. (I’m a whacked out sort of personality. My melancholy personality likes routine. My sanguine personality hates it. Yep. God made me opposites. Isn’t that fun? Drives my husband crazy.) I like spontaneity, but I like it on my terms.
That’s why I’m glad God is God. If I was in the big chair, I’d be fine until somebody went and did something that didn’t fit into my plan. When they deviated from the script, I’d either get so flustered that I messed everything up, or I’d be so angry at the person that I’d pepper them with lightning bolts. Neither of those options is a good one.
And that’s why I’m glad to let God be God. We’ve face a lot of decisions lately, and, with each one, I’ve asked God to have control. Put us where He wants us, even if it’s not exactly what we want. I want Him to order our steps.