God is the Lord of my calendar.
Sometimes I wonder when I hear people saying that they need a really big sign to convince them that God exists (if they don’t believe in him) or that he has a will for them (if they’re believers).
It’s not the big signs that convince me that God is real and that he is good. Sure, I’ve seen and am in awe of the big stuff he does. But, I’m more convinced about God’s loving plans for me because of his involvement in the little things that might go unnoticed if I wasn’t watching for them.
For the last several days, I’ve been staring at this Wednesday’s schedule in astonishment. You see, somehow the entire day is completely open between 9 AM and 5 PM. I’ve been worried that someone would see the vacancy and assume one of two things: that I’m hiding out and sloughing off work or that they ought to fix my predicament by scheduling a lot of meetings.
No thank you. And, no thank you!
As of the end of the day Tuesday, the schedule was still open. I turned off the light at the office almost giddy because I had an entirely meeting- and obligation-free day. Then, no sooner had I walked out of the office when I felt and heard that familiar vibration and tri-tone beep letting me know that I had a text waiting. I opened it up to a message from Kelly.
Rewind about seven months.
This summer, Kelly and I attended a seminar of sorts put on by a local doctor who we hoped would be able to add Owen to her patient list. The seminar was a prerequisite to being added to what was, at that point, an 18-month waiting list. Ouch! We dutifully attended and got on the list. I believe the appointment was scheduled for sometime in the summer of 2015.
Well, Tuesday afternoon, Kelly got a call from the doctor’s office asking if we could be there at 10 AM on the following day for our appointment. Normally—if God wasn’t the Lord of my calendar—I would have had to do scheduling gymnastics to free myself up. Now, after a quick text to my supervisor, I have the morning free to go and be with my family, fully focused on the time with the doctor.
It’s not the grand, sparkly, crack-bang miracles that fuel my faith in God. It’s the fact that he can keep my schedule completely open for one day in what seems like a season full of wall-to-wall meetings so I can focus on the family he’s entrusted to me.
Now, I’m off to bed so I can be fresh in the morning.
One more thing to think about before I go:
Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see. … And it is impossible to please God without faith. Anyone who wants to come to him must believe that God exists and that he rewards those who sincerely seek him, (Hebrews 11:1, 6).
He exists. And, ; and he’ll do so in your life, too. There’s no better reason to have faith!