There are those days. Days when I wonder if I have anything figured out after all. Days when I’d rather just hide, keep my evolving self safely cocooned until I’m more tidy and beautiful and sure of saying the right thing. Days when I feel like all I have to share is uncertainty.
“But God is good. He has his plan and it is not to make this metamorphosis easy. Just certain. There are a thousand lessons to be learned in the process. Nothing is wasted. Life is not on hold waiting for the great coming-out. That’s what larvae do in the cocoon. But frogs are public all the way though the foolishness of change.” (John Piper)
Unveiled, gazing at God. Unveiled before the world. Laid open for all to see the process of our transformation from one degree of glory into another. (2 Corinthians 3:18) And why should we be surprised if the degrees of glory feel messy and foolish when it’s all rooted in the powerful foolishness of the cross? (2 Corinthians 1:18-31)
So I keep writing, even when the glory seems dim . . . because it’s not true that all I have to share is uncertainty. There’s also the way God speaks into it. And His strength comes into its own in our weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:9)
And if I don’t write until I have it all figured out, I won’t be writing until heaven.