This is a poem that I wrote during my summer of traveling. I was in a host home at 2 a.m., struggling in prayer about what do with my life, and this is what I wrote:
It seems my plans keep falling through
As all my days go by.
My final draft is never done,
And all I ask is why.
I look around and see my friends.
They have it all drawn out.
I ask why it’s that way for them,
While all I do is doubt.
I ask why I am this or that
Or what my gifts are for,
Till when at last I hear Him say,
“But wait! Oh wait. There’s more.”
“My plan for you is just for you,
Yet not for you to see.
It’s to be lived not just by you
But along side of Me.”
“I’ve given you not just a gift
But given so much more.
I sacrificed My life for you.
But wait! Oh wait! There’s more!”
“I rose for you! I cherished you!
My plan for you is here!
To die with Me and live for Me,
Yet still no need to fear.”
“So live My plan. My perfect plan.
I’ll write it line by line.
Just die with Me and live for Me,
And trust Me, you’ll be fine.”
Jeremiah 29: 11-13,
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.”