It Just Doesn't Make Sense

You know, sometimes the things we count on just don't last. Sometimes the logical thing isn't God's will for our lives. It's frustrating at times, especially for people that are used to controlling every aspect of their lives (like me), but ultimately it really is up to Him. Isn't it? It isn't for us to decide what makes sense and what must be done in our lives, not on a big level at any rate. We count our pennies (or our paychecks), watch our bank accounts, we meticulously control our lives because we think we know better. But you know, sometimes the things God wants for us don't make sense.

It didn't make much sense for Abraham to prepare to sacrifice Isaac, or for Moses' mom to put him in a basket and send him down the river. It didn't make much sense to take the long route to the promised land or to keep wandering the desert for forty years with little to no supplies. Changes of clothes? Not on this walk. New shoes? Pfft, the old ones held up the entire time. Doesn't make sense, does it? Hardly. And yet that is precisely what God had in mind for them. He did things in ways that forced them to rely upon Him for their every need. And He never failed. They always had enough food to keep them going, they always had clothes on their backs. It didn't make sense, but it was His will. It didn't make sense for Ruth to travel to an unknown, and unwelcoming land, but she did and we all know how that turned out. It didn't make sense to have our Savior born in a manger, live in a poor town, or even - especially - to die on a cross. This is not how we would picture our King coming, yet this is precisely what God chose to do.

Sometimes things just don't make sense...And it is a good thing.