Written by Tatianna Aker
I am humbly grateful to have the privilege of being employed by one of the top business schools in the country. Given the nature of the school’s composition, I work with a very brilliant, innovative group of individuals. One particular day one of these brilliant individuals requested my assistance in completing a very, very simple task that only required a few moments of my time. The request required that I send a document to a specialist to have few bumps and bruises digitally removed. Because I can admittedly become a bit too eager to please at times, I decided I would impress the professor by tackling the task without the assistance of the specialist; the task seemed easy enough.
After scanning the document to myself, I spent hours trying to figure out how to remove the unwanted marks from the pages. Not only did I experiment with many different tools supplied by a computer program, I also wasted time consulting others about how to carry out this task. Finally, on the advice of a colleague, I used liquid paper to cover the marks, made a new copy of the document, scanned and emailed it to myself, then used the computer software to crop a few page numbers as requested. Despite the many hours of frivolous wandering in the wilderness, I was pleased with the end product. The marks were removed, the page numbers were cropped, and the document looked like new.
Quickly, I delivered the document to its owner with an expectation of praise for my perfected work. Unfortunately, my expectation was met with disappointment. The professor reviewed the document, politely stated she would use it as a backup if necessary, and sent me back with a deflated ego to try again. In the eyes of the professor, the creator of the manuscript, the renewed pages were good, but not best.
On my second attempt, instead of wasting another four hours, I decided to do what was requested in the beginning and took the document to the specialist. After hearing my need, the specialist ensured that he would “take care of me.” About an hour after our meeting, I received the document via email and could immediately see the difference between his perfection and mine. Again, I found myself in the professor’s office with her creation in hand. This time, she was thoroughly pleased with the end result produced by the specialist and grateful for my assistance.
At the end of the day, I reflected on my course of action and was greeted with the knowledge that this small task was a big reflection of how I sometimes function in relation to God. Too often, in times past and present, I try doing things on my own, in a way that seems feasible at the time instead of completely relying on the brilliance, instruction, and sovereignty of God. I often dwindle time, create unnecessary obstacles, and work myself to exhaustion thinking I can do things on my own.
I’m grateful to God that He loves me enough to show and correct me when I’m wrong. I thought I knew before, but now I truly understand that no matter what, obedience is always better. Even when my way seems best or convenient, if it’s not God directed, it’s not best. Though at times I find it difficult to comprehend that in God I have access to a brilliance that far exceeds the standards and expectations conceivable to man, nevertheless, instead of wasting time and insisting on doing things my way, I will trust and believe fervently that God, the author of this manuscript titled My Life, will instruct me and teach me in the way I should go (Psalm 32:8). And along the way, when my pages becomes battered and bruised, like the specialist promised he would take care of me by removing the marks and blemishes that stained the pages of the manuscript, God, the ultimate promise keeper, the one whose word, which is truth (John 17:17), must accomplish what it was sent to do (Isaiah 55:11), has promised to do the same with the pages of my life.
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