It’s relentless, this rain. Has been all night.
Buckets coming down, washing away the last of the snow and I guess it’s not gonna be a white Christmas after all.
They say it’s going to be sunny though, which I guess is good. But not what I would’ve planned, if I could’ve planned it all. I’d have gone for the white powder, falling in the night with plenty of time for the plows to clear the streets for people to drive safe wherever it is they’re going.
I’d have decorated those branches and the few remaining leaves that are clinging to some of them like they’re not quite sure that it’s really winter just yet.
I’d have made the picture-perfect-postcard background for the merry that’s coming in four days. If I got to plan it all, I mean.
But that’s the thing about plans. My plans, maybe yours too?
They don’t always work out.
Even when you think you’ve got all your “i’s” dotted and crossed every “t” there is to cross, the one single thing that’s true about all plans, human plans, is that they don’t always work out.
Only His plans always work.
And it can sorta hit you from out of nowhere and plans can fail and you might think you’re a bit of a failure too.
But the truth is – you’re not.
You’re just not Him.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)Yeah, only a fool would think their plans are foolproof when the truth is that there’s only One who’s omnipotent.
And yeah, count me one of those fools.
January is just days away and to be honest? I’m really looking forward to turning the calendar page. If you could see December’s scrawled to-do’s stretching from 1st to last, you’d understand.
My go-to solution for having too much to do is to hyper-schedule. Fit it all in, no matter how much calendar space you use up, no matter how much life and time and energy you use up. Fill up the page and the life and the truth is that this all works…except when it doesn’t.
It all works, this filling every minute and making all these plans, counting on all the pieces to fall into place, until it doesn’t. Until one piece up and refuses to bow to my wishes and starts the dominos falling and you know? This is what it means to be human.
The truth is that only God’s plans are solid rock. Only His plans, which He knows, are the ones with all the “i’s” dotted and all those “t’s” crossed, cross my heart.
And His plans are good.
Always.
Cross my heart.
~xo,
LuAnne
