How to Deal with the Unexpected

I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me. Proverbs 8:17

The dash glowed 6:15 as I pulled out of the driveway. I was looking forward to a quiet road trip with four hours to myself. In an effort to avoid the country back roads at night, I left early in the morning, but I didn’t take into account that the sun doesn’t rise just because I do. A thick, hovering fog made it nearly impossible to see where I was going. A little after seven o’clock, the sun peaked over the horizon, and I exhaled.  Finally. Only what I expected to happen didn’t. I was sure the sun would shed light on my path and bring clarity. That’s not what happened. The sunlight made it even harder to see. I could see less than when I was driving in the dark. 

This is how life feels right now. I keep waiting for the fog to lift. I want a clear path and answers to all my questions. This season looks so much different than I expected, yet Jesus is here, shining brightly in the fog. I’m in a posture of searching. Some days it feels like straining, groping, even failing. Searching can feel a lot like seeking without any hope of finding.

But what if searching leads me to my true desire? What if my heart is after something else altogether? 

Proverbs 8:17 says that Jesus will be found by those who search for Him. Sometimes, I want clarity more than anything else, but deep down, all my heart really craves is Christ. I love this quote from Emily Freeman in Simply Tuesday: Small-Moment Living in a Fast-Moving World: “Faith doesn’t mean waiting for understanding or clarity. Faith means trusting God in the midst of misunderstanding and lack of clarity.”

Clarity isn’t necessary to keep moving towards God.

When we chose our youngest daughter’s name, her middle name seemed obvious: Joy. There wasn’t a more appropriate word to describe the beginning of her precious life. Anna, her first name, came later. As I sit back and remember why I was drawn to that name over a year ago, I realize God, who knew her before we did, chose her name with great care. Born just eight days before Christmas, her arrival was completely unexpected.  I carried twins full term, so I was expecting to make it to my due date in January. Anna Joy was determined to celebrate Christmas with us, whether it was in her momma’s plans or not. 

God wanted to me understand full well that she was His gift.

As I celebrated Jesus’ birthday, I held on tightly to a perfectly healthy five-and-a-half-pound bundle of joy. She has taught me so much in just one year about finding Jesus in the small moments, living with an open heart, and worshiping with empty hands. I’m still learning to trust that Jesus is here even when I struggle to see Him. I’m beginning to recognize His Presence even when He seems different than I expected.

Anna’s story is found in Luke chapter 2. She was a prophet who spent all her time in the temple, but that’s not always where she lived. She was married to her husband for seven short years and a widow for eighty-four. Certainly, this was not the life Anna had planned. It couldn’t have been what she expected. Luke says Anna “worshipped night and day.” It seemed like a mistake in my bible at first. Day and night is how my mind wanted it to read. Night and day just seems so backwards, but I guess it’s pretty accurate after all.

True worship begins in the dark where we learn God by heart rather than by sight.

When Mary and Joseph brought baby Jesus to the temple, Anna recognized Jesus. She knew almost nothing about Him compared to what I know, but she recognized Him at once as the Messiah they had all been waiting for. She knew Jesus would bring salvation, even though He looked nothing like a Savior. He was a tiny baby who was fully God but also fully… baby. He was not the picture of strength. He was small, helpless, and weak; at least that’s how I probably would have seen Him. 

God chose the smallest entryway to bring heaven to earth, and Anna didn’t miss it.

Anna didn’t have clarity.  Anna didn’t have proof.  Anna didn’t have every question in her mind answered and wrapped up tidy with shiny paper, topped with a bow. She didn’t see the how or the why, and she probably never even lived to see Jesus turn water to wine, heal the blind, feed thousands, raise the dead or go willingly to the cross to shed His blood and bring the whole wide world redemption. In a town full of people who missed Him, Anna recognized Jesus.  This is all He asks of us, too.  Recognize Jesus in the fog. 

When you can’t see the way, find Jesus. He is the Way.

Jesus comes unexpectedly. There’s knowing Him, hearing Him, watching Him move, but the very moment we think we can predict how He will act, we’ve missed the point entirely. God did not send His Son to be predictable, even recognizable. God sent Love hidden and humble. None can fathom the depths of His love. 

God's love is an unexpected, reckless love that will take us eternity to fully receive.

May we search for Jesus more than we search for answers. May our desire to know Jesus outweigh our desire to know what’s ahead. May we recognize how God is making Himself known right in front of us, not in the place of answers and insight and clarity, but in the fog, in the uncertainty, and in the dark. May we believe wholeheartedly that He’s here with us and allow this truth to change the way we navigate through life. May we embrace Jesus even as we acknowledge that He looks different than we expected.

Sweet Anna Joy, 

This post is for you. I want you to know that the most valuable, most precious possession, the thing to hold onto more than anything else in this life is not a carefully scripted plan; the only thing worth clinging to is Jesus. I also want you to know that no matter what happens in this life, God is always worthy of worship. Night and day He deserves honor and thanksgiving and praise. Happy First Birthday, Bug!

Jesus loves you,

Momma