Has God ever had to tap you on the shoulder? I imagine the conversation going something like this.
God taps my shoulder. “Um.. excuse me.”
I turn around. “Yes, Lord? Is something wrong?”
God raises his brow. The look alone says, “As if you don’t know.”
“What did I do?” I ask while my mind runs through the day’s events trying to figure out what caused God to call me out.
“I have one question,” God announces.
“Okay.” I hold my breath and wait for the question that’ll no doubt change my life since…you know… it’s coming from God.
“How long are we going to do this your way?”
I understood that this question, like the, “Who do you think you’re talking to?” question I ask my children, was rhetorical. So, I didn’t. I did, however, allow His question to seep through my pores until His words consumed me. My silence left a vacancy, which God filled with more words of wisdom.
“Every day you sit in front of your computer and type. You take phone calls from clients or potential clients. You advertise on social media about your books. You take more calls. You do all of this, but not once did you ever ask me if I had anything planned for you today. You never asked what I wanted you to focus on today? I don’t recall a morning before your workday began, that you consulted with me about My agenda for your day. Did you forget that I’m the one who knows the plans for you? What made you think you could be successful without the blueprint?” He holds up a scroll and allows it to unfold.
It rolls way past my line of vision.
“Do you know what this is?” He points to the scroll.
I shake my head because words are now too difficult to form.
“This is everything I’d planned for your life. From the moment you were conceived until you exhale your very last breath.”
My eyes widen and an overwhelming sense of curiosity embraces me. I stretch my neck, but it’s no use. I can’t make out anything written on the scroll.
“I’m the author and creator. These customized plans are written in a language that only I can understand.”
Confusion replaces my curiosity. “Then how will I know?”
He smiles. “I’m also the interpreter.” He paused, then added, “You simply ask.”