joining together with other lovely writers on one prompt, writing for five minutes and seeing what our flying fingers reveal.
sometimes I think that God laughs at my plans. But then I’m reminded that I don’t’ think he’s that kind of Father. Its been a question that I’ve often struggled with. You know making plans versus the proverbial waiting on His plans and trying to discern if they can ever truly reflect one another.
a little bit of the stress was taken away one day when someone told me that perhaps sometimes they can actually be in line with one another…what i’d like to do and what He’d like for me to do. Or sometimes there are several options all of which will be blessed but all so diverse from one another.
I’m one of those people that is okay if there isn’t a detailed plan but likes to have a bit of an outline at least of what’s going on. I”m really not a fly by my seat kind of girl. I like outlines, boundaries…at least a little bit. I’m a rule follower, but rule breaker in my head..and sometimes perhaps i wish more in my life (but that’s a whole other post).
So plans can be made and often I’m disappointed when they don’t turn out how I imagined. i mean its next to impossible to not have expectations about something. But I’ve been reminded lately that Gods in each moment, even what we see as disappointments. and since hindsight is often 50/50 it’s always in the looking back that sometimes we see moments where He has revealed His work in our life. What glorious moments those insights are.
I find it hard to plan things these days. so many variable seem to be up in the air, and yet choices have to be made. i can’t live in the in between for very long. there is no life there. I am planning on attending Jumping Tandem, but i haven’t committed 100% to it. That would mean buying the plane ticket and i’ve only got a month left on that. And then this fabulous opportunity of a retreat in Nashville with these dear heart ladies and I wonder if both of these moments will work. Should i plan on it? Can i even begin to think that perhaps i’d be blessed by attending both?
so tehre are plans that stretch out before me. I’m not sure of the choices that need to be made. But one thing I do know…he’s not up there laughing at me, putting things in my way to confuse me. He’s up there coaching me onward, loving me through broken dreams and unmet expectations,a nd sometimes opening my eyes, revealing the glory one glimpse at a time.