“Things work out best for those who make the best of how things work out.”― John Wooden
JEREMIAH 17-19
JOURNAL
If I really lived from John Wooden’s perspective, “Things work out best for those who make the best of how things work out” my life would look radically different.
I think I’d worry less about what should have been and live more fully in what is. My first instinct wouldn’t be frustration or disappointment, but gratitude. I wouldn’t spend so much time trying to rewrite outcomes, control circumstances, or prove myself right. Instead, I’d make peace with the moment in front of me and make the best of it.
The truth is, most of my struggles come from resistance. I want things my way, on my timeline, with my understanding of success attached. But Wooden’s wisdom and the truth echoed in Jeremiah 17:5-8 reminds me that the blessed life doesn’t come from self-dependence. It comes from trust.
If I lived this out, my identity wouldn’t rise and fall with success or failure. Whether things went my way or fell apart, I’d still be anchored. I’d still find joy. I’d still believe that every situation is a chance to bring my best not because the world deserves it, but because God is still worthy of it.
1 Timothy 6 warns that chasing wealth, status, or control only leads to ruin. But godliness with contentment that’s real gain. If I made the best of how things work out, I’d stop exhausting myself trying to secure tomorrow and instead focus on being faithful with today.
There’s freedom in that. Freedom to let go of bitterness when people disappoint me. Freedom to stay calm when plans collapse. Freedom to see trials not as punishments, but as opportunities. Because if I truly believed James 1:2-4, I’d see every trial as training a chance to grow in perseverance, to become “mature and complete, not lacking anything.”
If I lived like that, life wouldn’t suddenly get easier. Pain, loss, and confusion would still come. But I’d face them differently. I’d meet them with endurance, gentleness, and faith. I’d stop asking why me and start asking what now.
And maybe, just maybe, I’d finally live like that tree in Jeremiah rooted, nourished, steady… not because life always worked out, but because I finally learned to make the best of how it did.
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