Anything Could Happen at Anytime

I just had the thought come over me that anything could happen at anytime, and that’s a a total OMG moment!

(I’m a Christian raised in a Southern Baptist church, so we’ll just say that “OMG” means “oh, my grits!”)

It’s like… whoa!

I can dream.

I can set goals.

I can plan.

I can take action.

I can make progress.

I can be moving along just fine and then…

*BAM* Anything happens!

What in the world?

Cheese grits, that’s a tough one!

Where I live right now could change.

The church God wants me at could become somewhere else.

I could walk through a store and meet the girl I’m going to marry.

I could be saying, “peace out, Earth!” and called up into Heaven.

Anything… at anytime.

About the only glue that holds together the combustion thoughts like this can cause is knowing God knows exactly what’s going to happen with me, and knowing that as long as He’s in control, I have nothing to worry about.

Blessed is me.