I’ve been out in the middle of the unknown for the last little while.
A season of change happening right underfoot, so it seems.
I have a feeling I’m not the only one.
There are these, um, transitions, happening whether I approve of them or not, whether I think I’m ready for them or not, whether I asked for them or not.
Big and small, I don’t know if they take my breath away because they caught me off-guard, or if they are just things that God has always been orchestrating and I’ve just been out in left-field, in my own little world, and just now making sense of the signs that have been pointing this way, go here, do this, trust now.
Life’s transitions carry both excitement and adventure while also carrying doubts and fears.
Sometimes it’s like being blindfolded and you simply take steps of faith towards something He has waiting… unseen but definitely with a purpose. And the more we trust, the more He reveals bit by bit, step by step, until the ‘ta da!’
Sometimes it’s the convicting new dream or plan you can’t shake but only He decides when the doors open, where they take you, and why.
Transitions are these marvelous and mysterious, knee-quaking, faith-testing things.
Apparently He has seen fit to throw a few my way, almost all at the same time. And it could overwhelm, shake me up, and send me spiraling.
Or I can know that because I serve a good and faithful God, who desires the absolute best for His kids, that these transitions are His way of revealing even more of Himself, even more of His glory, even more of His redemption plan.
The breaking down of what used to be in order to cast a new purpose.
The Potter presses and pulls and forms and reinforces, the vessel being shaped for new use, sometimes to receive more, often to pour out better than ever before.
Sometimes it’s the resetting of what was broken. The Good Doctor, the Great Physician knows sometimes before something can heal and work at capacity, it might have to be reset. Which requires a breaking apart and a new mending. But under His watchful and healing hand, we become His workmanship like never before.
I look at some choices ahead. I look at the way things are shaping up. I peer into the distance, whispering, “God? Is that You in the middle of these things bearing down, closer and closer?”
It’s funny. We want to know it all now, but sometimes if we knew what He was up to right away and the how of it, we’d probably hightail it outta there.
Hence His holy transitions.
Exactly why in the middle of it all He shapes, and molds, and defines bit by bit.
So, what do we do with these transitions, these things He is orchestrating, with the waiting for the big reveal, for the choices set before us?
We Allow Him To Lead Us To New Territory
The latin origin of the word “transition” means to “go across”. I know it feels like you’re in the middle of all the unknown things, but here is our chance to take His hand, to let Him lead, to allow Him to bridge a way to this new thing waiting. Take the next step and trust He will show you where to step next after that.
Yield your life over to the One who knows the way.
“And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left.” Isaiah 30:21
This verse comes at a time when God was offering peace and protection to Israel. Promises that would bring blessing if they would just stop acting as if they knew better than Him.
It’s funny, but I’m at my most exhausted and unusable trying to guess what’s coming next, or why. Or relying on others instead of Him, much like Israel at that time in history. But if I relinquish the right to need to know it all, surrender to His complete expertise, and abide in His shadow, I come out the other side refreshed and ready for what lies ahead.
It’s a little thing called surrender. Something He’s teaching me about as I decide what to let go of, what to give over, and where I wait for His guidance next. In my job. In my family. In my community.
Yep. It’s hard to stay in a holding pattern. To feel like all the unknown is closing in. But there’s a holy work in the waiting. For it’s there that if we let Him, he will mold and shape and unveil His good plans, tailored to each heart hungry for more of Him.There's a holy work in the waiting. Allowing for a season of growth. More of Him in less of us. Click To Tweet
Hang in there, friend. The period of waiting is Him creating the very way to follow Him into new territory. A transition only for a time. The unknown about to be a new journey.
Maybe you’ll join me in saying, “Let’s do this transitioning in spite of the unknown, Lord! ‘Cause I can’t wait to see what’s waiting on the other side!”