Listen to Isaiah 55:8-9, “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.”
Approximately 40 years ago the Lord showed this particular portion of scripture to me. It was at a time in my life where I had no idea what God was doing in my life. Jim was a truck driver, our marriage was rocky, I was walking on eggshells all the time just trying to balance my life for the girls and me. I was earnestly seeking to know what God wanted me to do, I had made such a mess of things and needed to know that God still had a plan for me. God used this whole chapter in Isaiah to speak to my heart.
He revealed to me that we would live where it rained and snowed (verse 10). Now you are probably thinking, how did she get that out of that verse? I can’t really say, I just KNEW it was what He was saying to me. I was born and raised in the Imperial Valley, but I longed to live where the seasons changed. That verse in Isaiah gave my heart hope that day. The hope that God provides the key to being able to walk by faith. He places within our hearts the hope that will keep us going when the world is crumbling all around us.
I know that some of you reading this have gone through so much more than I have in my life. Tell me, are you able to look back yet and see how God took something so awful and actually brought good out of it? Or is it still too fresh? The pain still too real? God’s thoughts toward His children are always good. Then why do these bad things happen to us as His children? How do we begin to understand, when we feel like we are drowning in pain and sorrow; that God’s thoughts toward us are for our good?
If God’s plans were dependent upon our feelings, we would be in trouble. Since I have been diagnosed with the terminal lung disease, I have had huge swings of emotions before reaching the point of seeing all the good that God has done and is still doing because of this disease. Please don’t think that I don’t have times of having a ‘pity party’ every now and then. A pity party is always a party of one — and the one is busy feeling sorry for their self. It has taken me seven years to get to this point of complete surrender to whatever God wants to happen. But I can still have times of being sad or crying, I am not superhuman, I am just like the rest of you, nothing special about me, EXCEPT there is a call on my life — that is the thing that would set me apart.
There is a work that God has given me to do, with whatever time He has given me. His thoughts are wondrous toward me as well as they are toward you. He not only knows your name but keeps track of the numbers of the hairs on your head. His thoughts are always for your good … ALWAYS.