A Pefect Plan

Tonight I came across a poem that I had written back in high school. I was searching for another, but this was the only one I could find, and ended up speaking far more to me in the moment than anything else.

A Perfect Plan

I wonder every day of what things will come to be
But I know that in God's time we must wait patiently
Things are changing daily; different feelings come and go
But whether for the good or bad I never seem to know

It used to seem so clear what would happen through the years
But now the thought of change can almost move me close to tears.
I think I wouldn't mind if new things never came to be
But would I be missing out on something more God has for me?

When I don't know what will happen, I have a tendency
To want to tell God just how I would like my life to be.
Things have been more different than they ever were before,
And more challenges I can't foresee are sure to be in store.

But one day I will look back on this, when youth is nearly gone,
And see the things I wouldn't have if life had not moved on.
I know my life is just a part of his whole perfect plan
And until it is completed I will give him all I can

I have to try to not be anxious of what things will come to be
And I know whatever happens, it will be God's best for me.

I think I was eighteen at this time, just getting ready to graduate from high school and really unsure about where life was heading or what it would look like. Worried about friendships, worried about relationships, knowing I wanted to go into nursing but not having a clue what that would look like in reality, and just wishing I could just see six years down the road and know where I would be in life. Is this where I would have seen myself? Not it a million years. Would I change it? Not for the world. If the changes I had feared had never come to fruition, I can safely say I think I would have missed out. There were definitely challenges in store, but God has grown me and changed me immensely through them. And through it all, God has taught me to trust. To not be a planner, to not worry, but to be a woman of rest. And resting is a much better way to live life :)

Be Still, My Soul

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.