Hearkening to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, one of the most quotable lines in sci-fi fandom is: “Don’t Panic and Carry a Towel.” If you haven’t read the book, then it won’t make much sense (and even if you have read the book, it still takes a bit of imagination!). The premise seems to be: Don’t panic, because there is always a logical solution or a way out.

I’m in the middle of a huge transition that makes me want to grab hold of my figurative towel like a security blanket. Gears are in motion; processes are processing out of my control. I’m along for the ride, hoping and praying that I won’t be left holding the bag (or my towel, as it were) when the dust settles. I feel confident that the pieces will fall into place, though there are still many what-ifs to deal with.

As I get older, I realize more and more that our Almighty God is a God of “what-ifs.” Even when I wonder how things will work out in the end, I know that I need to trust and obey. I’d like to think that I’m getting better at trusting and obeying, but I suppose it depends on the situation … it’s a lot easier to “obey” when the end result seems to be all in your favor. It’s a lot more difficult when sacrifices are involved.

Even still, I trust him. I have to! I can’t do this thing we call “life” all on my own strength and cunning plans … I have to trustingly rely on his will to come to pass. And, if I’m in his will, then it will all work out, in the end.