Snowflakes leave me in awe. So small, yet so incredibly beautiful. Crafted so that each one has intrinsic similarities and yet are absolutely unique. As winter snows visit our little corner of the country, I find myself gazing out windows as snow falls quiet. Steady.
I’m reading The Hardest Peace, by Kara Tippetts. This book shares her story—of her life, her cancer journey—and the beautiful, deep lessons she’s learning. I come away from each chapter moved, wanting to grow deeper in love with Jesus.
Questions at the end of one chapter challenged me, in an uncomfortable way. She encouraged me to write down my what-If worries. I scribbled down three.
As I worked through the questions Kara presented, a new realization struck. The worries that chill me—that leave my heart in palpitations—are the same ones that I need to trust Jesus with.
But if I give them over into Jesus’ hands, that means He could allow my fears to become reality. If he does this, what does it mean?
It means I might have to live through the worst things I can imagine. All of them involving huge losses.
I have a choice. I can hold onto these fears, with them hanging always over my head, always in the back corner of my thoughts. Those What-if’s have power enough to thwart sleep at night, to leave me in a sweat, to leave me worrying about something that may never become reality.
Or, I can entrust myself to Jesus. Don’t get me wrong. I belong to Him, I know I do. But, I’ve withheld part of my heart from Him. I’ve held back my loves—my husband and boys. They belong to Him. But, I want control over what happens to them.
Sounds silly. I know. Sounds selfish, I’m certain.
I’m so thankful for a patient Father. He hasn’t ripped those what-if’s from my grip and made them reality. He may never weave them into the fabric of my story. But, the truth is . . . He may. I must choose to live in trust that if these things happen, He will bring good through it. He will help my guys, and help me through whatever He allows into our lives.
Storms and cold come into our lives, but not because God doesn’t love us, or is out to get us. Rather it’s because He’s crafting beauty in us that will both reflect His glory and help us to become more like Him.
Each human shares both intrinsic similarities and startlingly unique traits. He’s crafted us that way. There will never be another Jeanne Takenaka (some people rejoice at that thought!). He’s crafting a one-of-a-kind story with each life that walks this earth. He puts even more care into our lives than He does in creating the beauty of a snowflake.
He has a unique plan for each person. And He has good in them. I’m not saying God causes health issues or tragedies to happen in our lives. But, He does use them to conform us to His image. To make us a beautiful reflection of Him in the lives of those around us.
He grows beauty through the trials, even as He leaves glimpses of beauty behind after a snowstorm.
A unique snowflake.
He cares enough about something measuring less than a quarter-inch long to craft it uniquely. Imagine how much more He cares about us, whom He created in His own image? When we face trials, He walks through them with us. He strengthens us to live well.
He’s made each human a distinct creation. Like snowflakes, no two will ever be completely identical. He cares for each of us, loves us. He creates a story for each person to walk that is uniquely our own. Shared with Him, if we’ll invite Him in.
What about you? How have you seen God’s care in your life? What would you say is your most unique trait?