Monday Merriments: Knowing

As I stood in church yesterday and had a brief moment of reflection, I realised that I had hit my mark. In fact, everything had aligned and it was meant to be. In theatre, hitting your mark means doing an action and then stopping right where you should be so that the camera or spotlight will hit you exactly and it will be as if it wasn't planned and just a fortuitous circumstance that led you to be there at that exact moment.

We are the unconscious actors upon the life stage under the direction of a master director. He knows us so well that when we move, He's already anticipated it and has the set the scene for us to walk into. He's got the lights, the camera, all the props and dressing that the scene requires and when we open our eyes, we are where we are meant to be and ready to create something revealing, amazing and revolutionary with our Director.

I like knowing that where I am- standing in the centre aisle at the FGACurtin lecture hall, next to the AV, halfway through the first semester of my final year at WAAPA, with all my friends, friendships, family, career and spiritual central hub-- it's already been seen, heard, experienced, endured and committed by God. I might not be where He wanted me first. I just know that somewhere along the way, my devious heart, traitorous mind and/or weaknesses to the outside world have led me off the pathway destined for me. But where I am now- God still has a plan for me. The plan that leads me out from the wilderness, back to Him. I'm right where I am, being found by Him because I've hit my mark and He knows where to find me. How lovely is that?!

Even losing the referendum for Daylight Savings is part of His plan for me living in Western Australia. At least, that's what I'm trying to tell myself.