The other day I took off for my home town and hiked around the lake. It was a Friday morning and I was alone. The only sounds were my footsteps and the squirrels I startled. It was so peaceful and the only place I wanted to be at that moment. I knew that path well. I had hiked it several times and knew every curve and bridge. In fact, I got engaged next to the waterfall on that trail.
Where my husband proposed!
As I walked, I did what usually happens, I thought. About everything. I had always heard that your 20s were the most tumultuous years of your life. You’re in a weird stage of adulthood where your life is so uncertain and the next years seems like infinite possibilities. I’m in my mid-twenties, about to graduate from grad school, and terrified. I knew the path I was on well, but I have no idea where my life is headed.
When people ask what I will do when I graduate, I calmly tell them, “I’m not sure. The great thing is, God has the perfect plan for my life and I don’t need to stress about it.” Little do they know, on the inside, I’m eternally screaming. But it’s true. I DON’T know what next year will look like. I’m leaning toward teaching, but I’ve learned from many many instances to not plan anything. God takes your plans, laughs, and then throws them in the garbage. What he has in store is so much better than anything I could ever dream up.
About halfway around the lake, I stumbled upon something that couldn’t have been anything but God so obviously hitting me upside the head with a simple reminder: You know nothing. I turned the corner and suddenly faced a wide creek where a bridge had been knocked down. This path I knew so well suddenly stumped me. Dressed in my running shoes, there was no way in heck I was wading across that stream. I had no choice but to turn back and head to the car.
Just when we think we have it all figured out, God so gently reminds us that we don’t.