His Great Plan

Yesterday we attended a wedding and one of the congregational songs was "His Great Plan". Listening to a group of around 400 singing in amazing harmony was deeply moving. I was touched and it left an impression on me.

The hills are the arms of God, lifting me to Him
All the beauty of nature - mountains, oceans, seasons, birds, flowers, sunshine, blue sky - speaks of a divine Creator. Observing its majesty draws us to Him.

My every need is given by His hand
How blessed we are. We've been given so much and sometimes take it for granted.

Though I'm just a grain of dust, I'm part of His creation
To think of the vast universe and all the people God created makes me feel tiny and insignificant. I'm just a grain of dust, yet He made me and cares for me!

I'm glad He had a place for me in His great plan.
These words are hard for me. Sometimes I feel He doesn't have a place for me and His plan for my life is not what I wanted. In fact, believing these words is almost beyond my grasp. That's the bare, raw truth.

Singing this song when I was in the youth was inspiring and hopeful. Now that I'm older and have walked through some tough times, it's not very easy to sing. The most uplifting part is the hills are the arms of God, lifting me to Him. I choose to focus on that instead of the words that make me sad.

I was somewhat reluctant to share these thoughts, but decided to step outside my comfort zone. Maybe it will be a blessing!