Certainty, But Not.

"Life is way more out of control than we prefer to believe. There’s a mystery we tend not to acknowledge until certainty has been ripped out of our clutching hands. And only when certainty is gone do we allow ourselves to bend and open to that terrifying mystery, dark and incomprehensible."
-Shauna Niequist [bittersweet]

That.

That quote above struck a chord in me. It resounded in my head and heart and now it seems I can’t get it out of my head and heart.

21 years old, senior, thinking she has her whole life before her.

Then she scrolls through twitter and sees headline after headline portraying heartbreak around the globe. Reading of men, women and children who’s lives aren’t like her own.

Of course she knows that she is graced to live where she does and to have the freedom she has been lavishly shown. The United States of America. It’s the land of the free, of course.

Certainty. I can count on both hands very things I am absolute certain about. But I am discovering I am finding my comfort and peace more in what I find certainty in rather in the God who shows me the only thing that is certain.

Maybe I don’t have my whole life before me, maybe I have many days before me. I want to live a life that is certain in one thing: the mission of Jesus Christ.

Because it’s suffering and having things ripped from our control that makes us more intimate with the Father and that is absolutely terrifying.

But because of the grace of Jesus, I can walk shakily to Him and trust that I can be certain in His promises.

"For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: But the word of The Lord endureth forever. And this is the word by which the gospel is preached unto you."
[1 Peter 1:24-25]