In a single generation, the entire script of life has been rewritten. You can call a postmodernism. You can call the evolution of the metanarrative. Or you can just call it with the rest of us do: real life. The patterns worn by our parents have eroded, and we are left to sketch our own designs into this precious lifespan. In other words, our lives just don’t look like those of our parents. We run on a clock with slower hands. We’re getting married, developing careers and finding our niches later in life.
Young adults generally consider at least one area of their lives completely together – whether it’s marriage, relationships or career – but consider other areas in a constant state of uncertainty. As a result, we are self proclaimed late bloomers in some regard. We may not have discovered the one. We may not know what we want to do with our lives. We may still be searching for our niche, a sense of community, a place to lay down roots.
All the scenarios of our lives differ in some regards – location, job title, support network – the core human experience is the same. We share a common bond in the basic challenges we face: responding to adversity, waiting for God‘s best, handling the rejections of life. Without a roadmap, many of us are pioneering our own way.
Though we look upon the future with hope, we have no idea what’s around the next corner. So we are left dependent on the Creator. The choice is ours: Will we choose to hold His hand?
It may be the biggest decision we will ever make, and it’s one we must continually remake. Will we choose to hold His hand through triumph and tragedy? Will we choose to hold His hand during the surprises and curveballs of life throws our way?
Holding His hand through life will alter our perspective and influence our responses. It will challenge us not to settle for second-best. It will remind us that those who continue to abide in the vine will eventually produce fruit. It will awaken us to the reality that this life, as challenging as it may be a times, is still a wonderful and precious gift. Who’s hand are you holding?
Father, I need Your presence in my life in greater measures. Too often I choose to walk this path alone. Forgive me. Embrace me. Take my hand. Let’s travel through life together.
Margaret Feinberg is a writer based in Juneau, Alaska. She is author of God Whispers: Learning to Hear His Voice and a contributing writer to both Enjoying God: Embracing Intimacy with the Heavenly Father and I AM RELEVANT.