Clichés become clichés because they’re true.
Yeah, they’re overused and trite, and we deploy them too often when we don’t know what else to say. But all that doesn’t reduce their truth.
FRONT RANGE FREEDOM TOUR ’14 begins in five days. There are about a million items on the checklist. It would be easy to lose every bit of joy in the midst of fussing and fuming about all the little stuff that likely won’t get done anyway.
It’s time for a cliché.
Work like it depends on you. Pray like it depends on God.
Those details matter. Routes, supplies, trailers—they need to be as well-organized as possible. We can’t just shrug and say God will take care of that stuff. It seems He expects us to do our part.
Work like it depends on you.
But the details aren’t the thing. They’re not what this is about. It’s about relationships and divine appointments and the boldness to share our story with those we meet. It’s about some kids we’ll never meet in a home halfway around the world.
We’ll apply ourselves and do our best, but this stuff happens at a level beyond our understanding and certainly outside our control. So we have a couple of choices.
We can wrestle every possible aspect of the project into submission. We can manage every detail, fuss over every choice, worry about what we can’t control—and watch the fun drain from this thing we love. Or we can do our best and then…
Pray like it depends on God.
Because, in the end, it does.
This is a difficult balance for me. I’m not good at discerning the point at which I need to stop struggling and drop it in God’s hands. I’m not good at knowing when to let go.
Maybe that’s part of what I need to talk to God about.
How about you?
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