The date was set.
The courtroom was reserved.
The orchestration had already been assigned, and guess what? I hadn’t been chosen for the job.
I had wanted to do it; I had wanted to be able to arrange everything. To set the “stage” for the sentencing. Just the right people there. Exactly the right things to be said. I had it all planned. I thought. But the orchestrator position belonged to someone else – Almighty God.
So I sat back and trusted God–something I’ve been learning to do for quite some time. To trust Him to orchestrate the events.
He had begun the orchestration quite some time ago, before the creation of the world (1). He created her inmost being, her special talents, her tender soul. Then He knit her beautifully together–her delicate face, her porcelain complexion, her thin fingers– in my womb (2).
And while she was in my womb, I loved her. I planned how I would care for her, protect her, guide her, keep her. He had the same plans for her and more! Plans to prosper her and protect her, plans to give her hope and a future (3).
Time passed. I failed. She failed. We all failed Him (4).
I kept trying to orchestrate the events in her life. I applied, repeatedly, but over and over, I was never hired for the position.
I began to trust Him more. I learned to depend upon one thing — His Word. I trusted Him in it.
I prayed that Word with her, to her, for her.
I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, would give her the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that she would know him better. I prayed that the eyes of her heart would be enlightened in order that she might know the hope to which he has called her, the riches of his glorious inheritance, and his incomparably great power for us who believe . . . (5).
And I prayed the same for myself!
It seemed chaotic at first, like total discord, dissonance, cacophany! But then it happened! The Great Orchestrator–the one who had written the composition, had arranged all the parts, and had adapted that beautiful composition to our broken lives–that Great Orchestrator, in His great mercy, brought all the parts of the production together in perfect harmony.
She was redeemed. She became a new creation!
And so each time I think the production is in shambles and needs orchestrated, I remind myself to quit applying for the Orchestrator position. There’s someone more qualified, and He does such a perfect job.
No I won’t be receiving a Tony Award this year.
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1) Eph. 1:4
2) Psalm 139: 13
3) Jer. 29:11
4) Rom. 3:23
5) Eph. 1:17,18