My history is in the MAKING...

Ever have one of those spine-tingling, goosebump-producing moments where you know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that God is PRESENT and, more than just present, speaking directly to you in a very personal way? I had one of those moments last night. Mind you, I don't believe that God lives in the goosebumps, but sometimes His presence is just so sudden and real and strong, it's like that ozonish SIZZLE in the air after a too-near lightning strike--you can hear Him, you can feel Him, you can almost taste Him...and you feel like your hair is standing on end and you might pass out from the way it takes your breath away.

I went to see Matthew West in concert last night. He's just a great, all-around nice guy. And I really like his music (obviously, or I wouldn't be plunking down money for a ticket). One of his recent songs is called "History" and it's one of my favorites--I really like the lyrics, because they talk about "the day that Love made history"...the love that broke the chains, gave you the chance to walk away from your past sins and be completely free.

When he started the set-up to this song last night, though, something happened. I was kind of distracted by the group of kids in front of me and was only half-listening until I started to feel that "sizzle" thing starting. I didn't hear an audible voice (still waiting for that!!), but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that God had just whispered "THIS is important and it's for you, so pay attention!" All I heard Matthew West say was "Your history is in the making." In the MAKING. Lightning bolt. I understood it perfectly.

My history, my entire history, my entire life, was there at the beginning--at the "making" of me. God knew the number of my days, the number of hairs on my head, the number of tears that would fall from my eyes...and the sound of my laughter. He knew where I would live, the choices I would make, and the lives that would entertwine with mine. My life--my "history"--was contained in that first single cell that was "me"...just like the tiny seed that holds everything needed to one day become an apple tree loaded with fruit, I've always held somewhere inside of me the inherent characteristics that God put in me to become what He planned for me to be. Me...my history...was there at my making. In my making. I lack for nothing. His plan is perfect.