Good morning…
Plan A seemed awesome. I was excited, grateful, anticipating wonderful.
When Plan A gave way to Plan B, I was mildly disappointed but adapted pretty quickly.
As Plan B crumbled into Plan C, the wind of joy left my sails, and I pep-talked myself into a new possibility.
I lost it when Plan C unraveled into Plan D. I was mad. I was frustrated. Stretched beyond my comfort and feeling taken advantage of, I was a toddler having a temper tantrum. Before I could say anything nice, I had to say nothing at all. Locked in my room, I journaled out my rage. Each blank page was scribbled full of unsightly honesty. To our invisible God, I spewed out every ugly ounce of every little thing. My big “I” had to die, bit by bit, more and more, before I could look up to notice God’s fingerprints all over this unwanted Plan D.
“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts” (Isaiah 55:8-9, NLT).
If my Plan A is nothing like God’s higher thoughts and God’s Plan D is far beyond anything I could imagine, then my big “I” must die a slow, painful death. Daily I must surrender my Plan A, my Plan B, and my Plan C, if I am to live into the Plan D of God’s higher ways.
“My earthly life clings to the dust,” admits Psalm 119:25-27 (AMP) before morphing into my prayer. “Revive and refresh me according to Your word. I have told of my ways, and You have answered me. Teach me Your statutes. Make me understand the way of Your precepts, so that I will meditate (focus my thoughts) on Your wonderful works.”
…Sue…
