I lose things all the time. Partly because my typical place to put things is on my floor. And when you put everything on the floor, not only can you not walk around well (there’s this thing called a bed in the way too), but you lose things. Or step on them and break them. Or they just get swirled in with the rest of the mess.
I’m getting better at not putting things on my floor, because that’s not where they belong. They get lost, because I’ve put them in the wrong place.
I do the same thing with my trust and my questions. I ask myself the questions that I have no ability to answer. I put my trust in my own abilities, thinking that I will be able to work everything out and put all the pieces together. I entrust important things to my incapable self and important things to my cluttered, undiscerning floor.
I find peace when I’m confused. I find hope when I’m let down – not in me, in You.
Switchfoot gets it. The place where confusion and hope is found is not in me. Nope, things get more confused and more unrestful there. In You, Jesus. That’s where the peace and hope is. And maybe there still aren’t all the answers, but there’s peace in the confusion. Peace to just be confused. Hope that I won’t always be down.
That’s what I’m resting in today. Not answers, not in having all my ducks in a row. Not in being all that I want to be, but knowing that there’s hope. For me, for the circumstances around me, for the world at large.