I heard the bells...

For the past 6 years there has only been one thing I associate with the hymn Come, Come Ye Saints. This is the song that plays from the Carillon bell tower on BYU campus. Usually, it is an indicator that I am late for a class, sometimes it seems a call to work harder in classes; "no toil nor labor fear." And most days, an invitation to perk up "and with joy, wend your way." (Of course that's as far as the song goes before it begins to chime the hour).
This morning, however, I wasn't late to class (I was actually leaving campus headed for work), and I had just arranged a multi day study group for my previous class (showing no fear of the ensuing work ahead.) As I was going to work, the tune kept going through my head. I thought all about what the bells had meant to me. I thought about the times I wondered why they don't change the tune up. Different hymns for different hours, or something. Then as the words to the third verse came to my mind, I felt a huge sense of peace.

[I'll] find the place which God for [me] prepared.

The thing is... I don't know where I'll be in a year. Heck, I don't know where I'll be in 3 months. But God does. And He's prepared a place for me.

"And should [I] die before this journey's through. Happy day! All is well!" 

It didn't take long for the sick feeling that I get when I think about the future to return, the sense of having a direction-less life. Or rather not knowing which direction to move forward in. But for one brief moment I was reminded that He knows me, and He knows where I'm meant to be. After all;

"God will never [me] forsake..."

"And soon [I'll] have this tale to tell,

All is well! All is well!"