My future is in your hands.—Psalm 31:15 (GW)

I decided to splurge. Instead of throwing together my usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I picked up lunch at my favorite Asian restaurant. The stir-fried entrée was a welcome treat, especially when enjoyed via the challenge of chopsticks. But one of my favorite parts was yet to come—the fortune cookie. 

I’ve collected every paper fortune I’ve received for over a decade. These playful glimpses into my future may not be accurate, but they sure are fun to read. The last fortune I received had promised I’d travel to Asia but unfortunately didn’t include the date or a roundtrip ticket. My all-time favorite simply said, “Laugh and grow fat.” That was one prediction sure to come true. 

But when I cracked open my cookie this time, there was nothing inside . . . except cookie. I turned it over in my hands, hoping the fortune was somewhere hidden in the cookie’s folds. Nothing. Disappointed, I munched the crunchy wafer, but it didn’t seem quite as enjoyable without that little random wish. 

I felt a bit cheated, as though that piece of paper could actually hold any true knowledge of what lay ahead. I guess no one, but God, really knows the future, I thought. Then I realized He’d already shared some of that knowledge with me. I knew God worked all things together for good, that nothing could separate me from His love, and that one day I’d spend eternity with Him. What more did I really need to know?