Today as I sit for a moment and think of the coming weeks, a pet sitting job in progress simultaneously with a move and a vacation in the midst of it all. I begin to make lists and strangely that makes me smile.
1000s of years from now, no one is going to pick up my lists and read them, let alone study them. They are only significant to me and most likely only for this period of time, but I like my lists. It takes the things that are rolling around in my head in the most disheveled manner, puts them into a visual that somehow clears my head.
I know that God, in His Sovereignty, doesn’t need lists to remember or to organize or to clear His head. And somehow, just now as I realize a common thing between us (He likes lists too!) I feel that peace that is not explainable. I sit thankful that He gave us lists, lists to teach us of our history and perhaps to help me feel less crazed about my lists. Thankful that in this strangest of ways, He has transformed me a bit into His likeness.
In the midst of change He doesn’t change.
He changes us.
And I’m ready, lists and all.
Numbers 1:1 (NIV)
1 The Lord spoke to Moses in the tent of meeting in the Desert of Sinai on the first day of the second month of the second year after the Israelites came out of Egypt. He said: 2 “Take a census of the whole Israelite community by their clans and families, listing every man by name, one by one.