11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11. ESV.)
The Car Accident
"Oh Lord, we're going to roll!"
The words passed through my mind as I watched the hood of the vehicle. What once was parallel to the blacktop was now rising on the left to become perpendicular. And then, it was like waking from a dream. Quiet, peaceful...as if the wind ceased to blow and the air was gone from the atmosphere. A calm voice spoke gently to me. "Do you know what happened?" "Is there anyone I can call for you?"
I was clueless, lost... as if my skull was filled with rocks. I could not keep a thought yet I was still able to function, somehow. I was blinded, (not with darkness but) the windshield was shattered and I sat staring at it without even noticing! If I had attempted to walk around I would have stumbled and fallen. I was weak in my own strength...yet I listened carefully to the voice. I could not see the man who owned it as I sat quite still without turning my head...but I felt it was trustworthy and dependable. I could not help myself nor my family (a six month old) who was in the vehicle with me.
Time escaped me. Where did the minutes go? I focused my eyes on the broken glass before me. Now I saw it for what it was. My hands still gripped the steering wheel. Why was I holding on so tight? Someone sat behind me now, holding me still, and speaking firmly and simply so I could understand despite the confusion. "Don't move."
A second individual stood to my left. I was given instructions to follow for my safety and wellbeing as the mangled car encasing me was cut away. I had no idea what to expect as I faced the unknown. I suppose I could have rebelled but really, what would I have accomplished? Nothing. When I was told to be still, I did. When I had to let go and rely on these persons to lift me, carry me, move me...I did. And it was all for my good even though I was not in control, not the one calling the shots.
You see, this life is but a vapor...here now, and then gone just as quickly and as quietly as it came (James 4:14). There will come a day in life when the Good Shepherd will call. His voice will be One easy to recognize. The heart will be filled with peace that surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:7). But there will be instruction (for welfare and not for evil). I guess one could be defiant...but really, what would be the point? It is futile. A child is not able to comprehend the ways of a parent until they themselves are grown and have a family. Surgery is scary, messy, terrible, and utterly painful but at times necessary to save a life. Sometimes the Mighty Counselor will say, "Wait, be still."
It is so easy to miss the truth...to view something in a skewed manner...to look yet not see what is right in front of the face. The heart can be so deceitful (Jeremiah 17:9) and the mind easily clouded, flustered, disoriented. It is better to listen to (and trust) the Good Shepherd rather than lean on one's own understanding (Proverbs 3:5). He came to save. The flock recognizes the Shepherds voice. Can you hear Him calling you?