Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Thankful for His Perfect Plans~

Plans.
We all have them.

Some are grandiose like climbing Mt. Everest.
Some are simple like what to fix for dinner.
Some happen.
Some don't.

As a child, whenever a plan fell through and disappointment flooded my heart, my mom would always turn to this old familiar quote: the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray (a paraphrase from the poem by Robert Burns called To a Mouse.)

I can't speak for mice,
but I can speak for me,
and in my lifetime,
plans have often gone astray, awry, and everywhere else!

My plans, that is.

Not God's.

His plans are always in place.

Like the time I was engaged to someone who became engaged to someone else while still engaged to me. (True story! You cannot make this kind of stuff up!)

Or the time I ended up losing my job after twelve years of sacrifice, dedication, blood, sweat and tears. (Ok...no blood was involved, but my heart hurt so bad over this it felt like it was bleeding.)

Or the time I was expecting and miscarried.

Or the time I was expecting for the second time and miscarried.

Or the time I was expecting for the third time and miscarried.

Yes, my plans have gone astray.
My plans have taken detours and led me to places
I never thought I would be or ever hope to go again.
My plans have twisted and turned until sometimes they were no longer recognizable.

But...in the end...my plans have always led me to God.

Sometimes the road to God was sweet.
Sometimes, it was bitter and full of doubt, questions, resentment and anger.
Sometimes, it left me bitter and feeling hollow inside.

But....at the end....God was there.

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Looking back, I can see God's hand in some of the twists and turns.

When I think I could have married the "man of my dreams" (well, if he hadn't gotten engaged to someone else), and missed out on the husband I have now, I throw up my hands and thank God with every fiber of my being.

God knew best.

When I think I could have stayed at that job and missed out on re-locating near my parents and spending time with my precious Daddy during his last days on this earth, I throw up my hands and thank God with every fiber of my being.

God knew best.

When I think about those three precious little babies....

I cry.

Still.

And, I fold my hands in prayer and give my sorrow to the Lord once again. I have not yet seen the "why" behind this, but I have felt His love comfort me. I have to trust that God knows best.

Our plans are not God's plans.
Our ways are not His ways.
But, His ways are perfectly perfect.

I can't speak for mice, but I can speak for me.
When my plans falter,
when disappointment and sorrow flood my heart,
I turn to the truth found in God's word.

‎For I know the plans I have for you,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.
~ Jeremiah 29:11.

My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord. ...
“And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine."
~ Isaiah 55:8

In all things,
God's ways are perfect,
and for this,
I throw up my hands and thank God with every fiber of my being.





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