Journal: #285 It’s Simple
It’s been a while since the Lord spoke in triplicate to me. (It’s possible I may have missed a few.) He did so, very clearly, throughout my day yesterday. Early in the day came in the form of an old blog post about the simplicity of God. Then after a steak dinner, I went to a worship service with friends. I tucked into a back corner and began to write in my journal as worshippers swayed and sang. I wrote about what’s good in life. How those things are usually free and eternal: an affectionate hug, the scent of sweet grass, or crack of well-baked sough dough. Goodness is simple, I wrote. As the evening wore on, people starting to trickle out, a skinny middle-aged man took the microphone. He spoke about faith and rambled on about his unsaved son. I lost focus as I stared at the light above his head until he said, “It’s not complicated. IT’S SIMPLE.”
Cliche as it is to say, God is so good. He is the answer, not what is Nik going to do with his life? I don’t have to have all the answers, fix all the problems, or make all the correct choices. It’s not about me. It’s about Him. It’s simple. Thank God, because I’m terrible at life.
