Hey all, I’ve been quite busy as I’m getting ready for something BIG next week for you, I started teaching, and led two days of training for the team I work with that visits all of our folks in China. So, I’m sharing a piece from last spring that I need to be reminded of and I bet you do too. Amy


We all have times when we step into messy stories.

At times they are our own, other times we find ourselves in the messy middle of someone else’s tale. Hopeless stories? No! Never. But stories laced with hurt, miscommunication, unmet expectations, confusion, distance, defensiveness and posturing, yes.

Jesus entered messy stories.

  • Talking with the woman at the well about her five husbands.
  • Night time chats with Nichodemus as he wrestled with theological concepts.
  • Another woman, this one caught in adultery (and let’s not forget the men who brought her).

No two stories the same, whether in the Bible or in the mirror. Some stories painfully clear as to how this chapter got started; others requiring forensic work to answer the question how we got here, to this point, scratching our heads, wondering when had it all gone so wrong?

Having entered several of these stories in recent months, a recurring question, a longing really, is to know what, exactly, is the plan?  My answer: to submit to the process and through the process a plan will arise, a destination will be chosen.

That is the literal question. The hidden question, the one afraid to voice out loud is when will this be over? How long must I, must we, endure? We are often afraid to ask.

Afraid of looking weak.

Afraid of the answer.

Afraid of our role and what we will be asked to do.

Afraid that we will be disappointed in the outcome.

Instead people go with the safer question: So what’s the plan?  This is achingly unsatisfactory. It shows on their faces, in their eyes, reflected in their body language.

Submitting to the process leaves us walking with Abraham and Issac, every moment a step closer to the horrible request. Will you sacrifice this longed for child?

Submitting to the process has us sit with Joseph in a jail cell, unjustly accused, as the days add up to years. Seemingly abandoned, forgotten, and alone.

Submitting to the process joins Hannah and her tears on the way to Jerusalem crying out in the midst of infertility for a child.

Submitting to the process may find us ostracized like Jeremiah, convicted by the rooster’s cry like Peter, or desperate for healing like the woman who spent all of her money in an effort to stop bleeding.

Here’s the paradox of the messy middle, the way through is often to stop asking what the plan is. Life does not come with clear instructions, a tidy time line, or a guaranteed outcome. Instead of looking through the peephole and trying to figure out the future, open the door to the One knocking and calling.

He understands about submitting to the process. It’s not always the most direct route out of a messy story, but any other route gets you even more lost and frustrated.



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  1. Connie Gibson March 9, 2013 at 8:32 am - Reply

    A wonderful article Amy. I’m afraid that I hadn’t seen it before. So for those who it is a reminder for AND for those of us who have read it for the first time… it is impressively clear that “life does not come with clear instructions” and the important part of it is that we have to “open the door to the One knocking and calling.” Thank you for another great and meaningful article.

  2. Erin March 10, 2013 at 4:05 am - Reply

    I hadn’t seen it either, and it was very timely for me! Can’t wait for the BIG news.
    What is that a picture of?

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      Amy March 10, 2013 at 7:28 am - Reply

      It’s a road :) … supposed to be metaphorical for being on a journey and needing to follow it wherever it leads. :)

  3. sandy March 11, 2013 at 10:31 am - Reply

    Amy, I remember this from the first time you posted it. Like most things in my life, the more I hear it the deeper it resonates. Thank you for the reminder that answers come in the process. Like the water that turned into wine–not before it was poured, but as it was poured.
    I just walked my dog & saw two circles on metal lid, and thought of pi/e.

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      Amy March 11, 2013 at 11:21 am - Reply

      This idea has been coming to be a lot in recent weeks :) … I think it’s a lesson we’re never done learning, eh?!

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