Serendipity

Serendipity

/ˌsɛrənˈdɪpɪtɪ/

Noun 

The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident

Serendipitous has recently become one of my favorite words, simply for the inference of the universally understood definition. Serendipity, happy little accidents really, or coincidences but I choose to believe that it’s a bit more poetic. I choose to believe that it’s a surprise from the purposeful creator.

Matthew 19:26 “Jesus looked hard at them and said, “No chance at all if you think you can pull it off yourself. Every chance in the world if you trust God to do it.””

Just the other night, I was at my birthday dinner with my parents when my dad turned to me and said, “So! 25! What’s one thing you really want to focus on this year?” I thought about it for a minute and started explaining what I thought God had been showing me for this next year, through prophetic words, scripture, and just little spirit nudges--I think this year is for me to let go. To lose control. To let God completely run my life. Afterall, I should have been letting Him do that all along. Essentially letting go and letting God. Life is quite a bit more terrifying that way too, because our illusion of control is completely demolished.

After telling all of that to my dad, I got a little “Verse of The Day” notification on my phone and it was the above verse. How serendipitous.

Later, after dinner, I went to get a tattoo. I got a Scissor Tailed Sparrow on my left forearm, honestly, just because I thought it would be pretty in my soon-to-be half sleeve. When it was finished I sent my mom a photo, she’s not fond of the fact I get tattoos, but she says it’s really my heart that matters so she supports me regardless. She said, “OH! That’s way bigger than I expected.” Which, if you have a mom, you know is code for WHAT IN THE WORLD WHY DID YOU DO THAT. But, one thing I love is that, she just went on about her day and didn’t tell me I made a bad choice. I love that she chooses my heart over my aesthetic choices. ANYWAY, this morning, I woke up to a text from her with the scripture Matthew 6:25-34 [which happens to be one of my favorite verses] then she told me, that it could represent my Sparrow tattoo. How serendipitous.

Matthew 6:25-34The Message

“If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds. Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.”

I love that, this is all so serendipitous, but because our Creator is so purposeful, there are no coincidences. Happy little accidents turn into more of a sweet reminder. Isn’t that the best? We have such a wonderful Father that he takes time to drop these sweet reminders of His love into our laps.

If anything, this is a letter to myself, celebrating my new year, and a way to remind you to search for beauty, to trust God, to just live your life. Stop getting so stuck in the plans you’ve made that you forget to revel in the brilliance of His love. From love, for love.

 

 

Bridgette Watson