Last updated on November 3, 2023
And if I [Jesus] go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.
If I were a betting woman, I’d make two predictions. I won’t win a million dollars in the lottery since I don’t play, and I won’t be the first female president of the United States. My older daughter used to tell me I’d make an excellent president—before I became dumb during her teenage years. Fortunately, I have become smart again since she turned twenty-one.
Now, I get to be dumb again as my second daughter enters that age of smartness. At least I know what to expect the second time around. Admittedly, I look forward to the day I’m smart again unless dementia sets in. We won’t talk about that.
When I was nine, one of my favorite songs was “Que Sera, Sera; Whatever Will Be Will Be.” That was when I believed anything was possible. However, my child-like dreams did not include all the injustices of living in a fallen world.
We’re closer to God in our youth—before sin strips away our innocence. Kids easily believe in miracles or magic. Call it what you want. No wonder when we’re old, we must become like little children. Are we redeemed enough to see our Savior through the darkened glass of shattered dreams? A child sees the glory of a risen King—and asks no questions. Older people see the King through woe and difficult circumstances—and ask too many.
In retrospect, I am thankful God did not give me most of the things I wanted. He gave me what I needed. God’s gifts don’t always come wrapped in pretty boxes. They arrive in more mysterious ways. Sometimes, it takes time to see His workings, and that’s tough for impatient people like me.
It would have been much easier to go to a store and pick up a book on How to Get Your Life Straightened Out, Fix Your Broken Marriage, or How Not To Be Dumb During the Teenage Years. Seriously. If I could follow a twelve-step program to fix Lorilyn Roberts (never mind everybody else), I’d read that book in a weekend. Come Monday morning, I’d have my act together. That would be so efficient. So, like me.
God knew better. He knew I needed time. Only time would grow me into the Christian woman He desired me to be. And only time will develop you into the Christian saint He wants you to be.
Only where wisdom seeded itself would understanding be revealed—to write my soul’s passions and feel God’s Spirit through my words. God knew I longed for children. Only He knew how to make that happen (Lord knows I tried).
Isaiah 55:8 says, “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways,” says the LORD.
Someday, I hope to understand what that means. It’s one of those “mysteries” that God will explain to me—if I still wonder after seeing His scarred hands and feet.
When I was married, shortly before my husband left, I read the above passage and implored God, “Oh, please, let not your ways include divorce.” I became paranoid. I trusted a husband who had been unfaithful to me more than I trusted my heavenly Father who died for me. I feared the ridicule of my family and church and the whispers. The ugly wounds from childhood would bite me once again. Was I not even good enough to keep a husband?
Now I chuckle. I may not be good enough for the most mundane task on any given day. I have learned to laugh at myself—even when I am the only one laughing. My daughters will tell you.
I remember that time is fleeting, pain is temporary, and the future is extraordinary. So I peck away at the keyboard, confident that I won’t go to jail for not filing my taxes—I just finished them today—and glad to live another day. Why? So I can get out of bed in the morning, go to work, and pay more taxes.
I will remember to feed the dogs in the evening (or they will yelp), set the air conditioner to 77 when I go to bed (or I will sweat), and fill up the car with gas—it’s always empty. I won’t speed down 39th Avenue where that female police officer lurks behind a sign (I would know), and I will get my half-and-half at Publix so my coffee will taste almost as good as Starbucks. I am still working hard to kick that habit.
If your life is like mine, most of it boils down to the mundane, the ridiculous, and the absurd. Without my Lord and Savior, “my passion” to write would be squelched by the tyranny of the urgent, and I think I’d go insane. God’s voice within me removes the edge, lowers my blood pressure, and convicts me of what’s essential. He helps me to remember to pray for those who are hurting, and I delight in His Word—and wonder why I fail to read the Bible more often. Or curl up on the sofa with my Kindle and get lost in a book begging me to read it—and write reviews for authors who wait with bated breath. I would know that, too.
I’d fail to find Goodness in the land of the living without my relationship with Jesus Christ. His Spirit brings me hope—for my daughters to marry Christian men and have a passel of kids; for my future—to live into my 90s like my grandparents; and for forgiveness for my past sins—even the ones I don’t remember.
God gives me the drive to live life to the fullest—work hard, play hard, and not sweat the small stuff. If the small stuff trips me up, I remind myself I will never run out of stories. My Border Collie knows all about my tripping, and he lived to tell about it.
Regrets—don’t play that game. You will never glimpse your marvelous future if you keep looking back.
We have an awesome God who is preparing a place for us so that where He is, we can be with Him. “But he who is joined to the Lord is one spirit with Him” (I Corinthians 6:17). We will shine with His light in our glorious bodies with no more wrinkles, gray hair, and fat bellies. Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be, and it will be far grander than our eyes can see.
PRAYER: Dear Jesus, please help me to love you more today than I did yesterday. Help me to love you tomorrow more than I do today. And please help me to remember that while life is fleeting, opportunities abound to do Good Works in Your name. And when I sleep at night, I can say, “Que Sera, Sera; whatever will be will be.”