Sometimes, when something happens in life, it feels like God has passed me the baton.
I get a good opportunity and feel the pressure to maintain it all on my own.
Something bad happens and I feel like I need to weather it myself.
I’ve made my bed, and it’s time for me to lie in it. (Or is it lay in it? I always confuse those two.)
But the older I get, the more I’m realizing something simple:
God never passes the baton.
He never asks us to completely take the wheel.
He doesn’t bring about something good and say, “OK, it’s your turn. Let’s see how you do without me.”
He doesn’t start a storm and then see if we can swim.
He’s a present God, not an absent god.
Does he invite us into his story? Without a doubt. Are there decisions to be made and actions to be taken? Of course. This is not a call to laziness; this is a call to control. As in you don’t have to. God never asks us to be god. That role is already taken.
There is no baton pass.