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31 Days: Unknown


This is an out-of-focus photo that I took a couple of weeks ago in Colorado but it feels like how I feel when I look into the future. Everything is so unknown. Will my company lay off more people? Will the new manager they hire be an asset or a pain in the... Will I be able to count on my second job? Will I find love again?

I hate that I don't do a better job of turning over the unknown to God. Why do I spend so much time trying to bring my view of the future into focus when there is absolutely no way I have control over any of it. Why can't I rest in the fact that God has this and his plan will be what's best for me.

Just like this photo, I so often concentrate on the wrong thing. There were things within the range of my camera that I could have been aiming for but I was trying to focus on, I don't even know what. I should have been taking in the big picture instead of trying to pinpoint one place on the horizon.

I do have things that are known in my life - the love of my family, the blessings that my church friends bring to my life, the opportunities to travel to beautiful places like the mountains above. The unknown is just that - the unknown. I cannot know what lies in the future. But I can know that I have a God who loves me and has laid out a plan for my life that is better than anything I could have focused on. The unknown can be more amazing than this view from a Colorado highway and my God is amazing at surprising us with the best the unknown has to offer. That is where my focus should be.

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