God is sovereign but much of who I am and what I have are dumb luck from my perspective.
Have you thought about that? Have you considered just how much of your blessings are due to things you have little to no control over? Have you pondered what your life would look like if one decision went the other way or one circumstance had occurred differently?
Today is Father's Day and I write today in a spirit of extreme thankfulness. I want to look at two verses from Psalm 16. If you want a fuller look at this wonderful psalm click here to hear what my pastor had to say about it.
"The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance." Psalm 16:5-6
If you read the book of Joshua you will read about the lots cast to determine where everyone would live. The portion of the land inherited by people was determined by the roll of the dice. The Israelites trusted that God was sovereignly in control of the roll and the lots cast were not chance but providence. Don't try this at home. Only a fool sees this practice as prescription and not description. Our God is not a god of gambling, but from our perspective much of our lives seems to have been determined by happenstance and chance.
I had no control over who my parents are. I did not choose them. I did not ask for Christian parents; it was simply my lot. I had zero control over when I was born. I was born in 1987 and not 1087 and I had nothing to do with that. I was born in a time without world war, famine or pestilence and I did not choose that; it was simply my lot in life. I did not ask to be born in the United States of America instead of North Korea. I didn't choose to be born in Iowa. I did not choose to live in Fairview, Spencer, Pittsville, Marion and Springville, my parents did; it was simply my lot in life. I tried very hard to have all sorts of good looking girls like me. I wanted very badly to have a relationship before I met my wife, but I never did. I didn't choose to meet my wife but she just so happened to; I guess it was my lot. I didn't choose infertility. I didn't choose to wait as long as we did to have our first child; it was simply my lot. I didn't choose which sperm would pair with Christine's egg the first, second, third, fourth or fifth time. I had no control over who my children are; it was simply my lot.
God holds my lot and the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
On Father's Day I have been reflecting on how good God has been to me. Of course the best He is for me is Savior and Father, but He's blessed me in so many other good ways. My lot in life is so good. My job, my community, my wife, my children, my parents, my neighbors, my nation, my ______, etc is so, so, so good.
Fathers, this world is not yet our final and best home, but today I look at what I have and say I am blessed. Today I look at my lot and wonder how good it will be when I experience the LORD fully as my portion and my cup.
Fathers, count your many blessings and expectantly hope and wait for the even better land your Heavenly Father has in preparation for you today.