Well, actually, what I'm really thinking about (before my dirty windows distracted me) is how we often see a change in plans as the most frustrating thing ever... when in reality, it's a gift.
Yesterday Ava woke up and I could just tell. The head cold that had been slowly making it's way from person to person in our household had hit her and she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. I called the school, sent her back to bed and readjusted my plans. All of my plans. I wasn't going to get to squeeze in that run, or that post office errand to drop orders in the mailbox, or several of the other items I had planned on. I was however, going to get to exchange those plans for some cuddles, some forehead stroking, some medicine dosing, some gingerale serving, and some mama tenderness giving.
Not to mention that a few things I'd continued to put off because I'm so busy were actually going to get done while baby girl rested. Like that pan of brownies I've been promising to bake them for a week. And some bathroom floor scrubbing which was seriously so overdue it's not even funny.
And it got me thinking. How often do we cling to our own plans in life- what's convenient, or fun, or make us look good or feel good... when all God wants, is for us to let go of our plan and trust His instead? His plans are always for our eventual good. Wish I could make it so that I never forgot that truth.
brush paint onto a basket weave surface. I really wished I'd had a little sprayer about five minutes in.
The day ended up being a win-win for everyone, and those brownies were a hit with my sick people. Everyone got loved on, including my second hand chairs!