Sometimes someone says something that just reaches out and slaps you across the face.
That happened to me this week.
"I made plans. They were good plans with good purpose and I was excited about my future. I had good plans and thought God would bless them. But they were not God's plans."
OK, I paraphrase.
Bear with me.
The point is the same.
This is exactly me.
Right now.
I have good plans. Plans that make sense and are good, noble plans with good purpose and meaning, and God could do great things with my plans. So, please bless my plans, Lord.
You know, you would think I had learned my lesson by now.
Those of you close to my life or readers of my blog from the beginning know that I have been here before.
I have thought that I was on the right track when I was actually nowhere near where I needed to be -
where God needed me to be.
How often have I made plans based upon my limited knowledge and understanding and expected God to bless my intentions after I set out on my own course?
Daily.
How often do I greet the day with:
"This day and my heart and my life are yours, Lord. Use them to glorify you however you see fit."
Rarely.
Possibly never.
Yesterday I wrote that I ran.
While I ran, I prayed that prayer.
And I gave my plans to God.
Trust.
It's a tricky thing.
Especially when you are raising children.
But I was also reminded of a wise man who once asked me just who exactly did I think I was to assume that I was in this all by myself. I have the Creator of the Universe walking this path with me, loving my children more than I do. How dare I not trust Him when I am following His lead?
This stepping out on faith is a daunting task.
But it's time I let go.
Of a lot of things.
Of my past.
Of my fears.
Of my heartaches.
Of my
Plans.
Lord, I lay down my plans.
Take my life and use it
For You.
