Yesterday as I was reading the Word I came across this passage in James:
Look here, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year.We will do business there and make a profit." How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog-it's here a little while, then it's gone. What you ought to say is,"If the Lord wants us to we will live and do this or that." Otherwise you are boasting about your own plans and all such boasting is evil. James 4:13-16
It hit me like it was the first time I had read it. This is the concept of inshallah or God's will. A word so common in our lives over the last four years that anytime our friends would speak of the future they would use it. They taught us that we cannot know for sure anything will happen and for Westerners who like to plan and know and be in control that was a great lesson. Totally submission to God is central to everything they believed. We can make plans but only if they are in line with God's plan for us will they truly succeed. In some ways this can lead to a kind of fatalism depending on your view of who our God is. But the God I know has good plans for me and you. Not easy ones but good plans. Inshallah is a concept we have embraced and it is Biblical. Clearly, we should hold our plans very lightly. This is easy to say, hard to live because I like to know, to plan, to have stuff figured out. And it seems a bit of an irony as we move forward in our Foster Care journey and plan homestudy visits, trainings, and talk about what is next for us. But although we want to prepare and plan we hold those plans loosely. We know that while there are pieces He has revealed to us much remains hidden and that is ok. That requires trust in His plans and His sovereignty. This concept is the balance between planning and letting go. Between holding fast to Jesus and releasing my plans. But as I learn more about Jesus; His ways, His love, His power it does become easier to trust and let go. Easier to embrace being a nomad on earth.
A friend sent me this poem and it spoke to me.
Can a nomadic heart be stilled?
Can it ever exchange tent and peg for stone?
Can it cease from retracing the paths it once walked
in an endless effort to fit the pieces it left behind?
Will there be a day when tears no longer flow
at the mention of the life it lost?
Will reconstruction mend the scattered roots?
Countless horizons beckon come,
and yet this heart fears
Memories shattered,
by realities that followed,
leaving an unfamiliar mark,
on paths that once meant home.
Emotional meanderings reflect
the trail marked in the sand,
reaching far and wide
yet never resting.
Distant voices echo
the cries of this nomadic heart,
uniting across the distance
what often seems in part.
And though culture may be shared
each path serves to remind
of the memories and dreams
left behind or yet unreached.
Be still oh my soul and see,
you were planted in a flowerpot,
perhaps without a home
but your roots are still in tact.
For someone knew,
the tender root would not survive
the frequent change of soil and light,
remaining either stunted
or giving up instead.
With your roots in tact,
blossom and see
the beauty of a heart
so colourful and free.
A unique creation
raised
through strategic
cross-pollination.
(from: Globetrotter)
Sometimes others say it better. Praying I can embrace the unknown because I follow the One who has made Himself known. May we who search and we who ask find peace on the journey as He directs our steps. Inshallah.
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