Ok, tonight I went on a wild goose chase. I had ordered something as a part of a fund raiser and needed to pick it up in the next county. It was a rough day for both of the kids so we stopped by at Nana's to give them a break. Nana was free tonight so they got to spend the evening with her--which they loved, as always. I, on the other hand, did not have a smooth evening. I went to the place I thought the pickup was and couldn't find it. Looked for hours. Nothing.
On the way home, I heard the Lord say, Wild Goose Chase. It sure felt like one--a futile activity that profited nothing. I've been reading the book, the Wild Goose Chase, by Mark Batterson. His synopsis tells it all:
Although it felt like the evening was a waste, there were some great things that happened. My son's attitude greatly improved from the "first day of school" grumpies. On the way to Nana's, he told me he had pushed his ear-plug too far into his ear canal. Instead of needing to go to the ER or an urgent care center, Nana got it out without too much trouble, since she's a retired nurse (Thank you, again, Nana). Katie had the fun of winning at arm wrestling with her Pap-pap--and he got to push her into the pool.
We can never know all of the intentions and actions of an omnipotent God. There are times it seems like we do what we need to do or follow Him where He goes and it comes to nothing. I've learned better. I may not always be able to see what He's doing, but I know without a doubt He is active and has a reason for even my wild goose chases. That's what it's like to live by the Spirit:
"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit." John 3:8
If you want to go where the wind goes, you will need to chase it into some odd places, but that's ok because He's promised to never leave us. For that I'm grateful.