Friday, May 11, 2007

God's Plan

I left work in a hurry yesterday. I always leave work in a hurry. Mine is not a life with the luxury of free time built into it. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning, until the time they are finally closed at night, my day is planned. I know that if I don’t keep to my plan, when the day is done, something will sit unfinished, mocking me. “See? Look at me…you didn’t get me finished. Nya, nya, nya nya nya.”

As I’m rushing home, I ran into a problem that is not uncommon in our town. A train. Trains are a huge annoyance, an inconvenience of the worst kind for a person like me. I have a schedule to keep. I did not plan for this train. I did not factor this train into my schedule. I do not have time for this train! In an instant I have lost control of my plan.

When I think of that word, Plan, I’m always convicted. I have a plan. I’m committed to my plan and I expect it to work, yet God tells me that it’s His plan that is going to work out in the end. But wait, Lord, your plan doesn’t look like my plan. How do I know you’ve completely thought this through? Perhaps there are some factors that you have not considered. No, thanks, I think I’ll just stick to my plan. I’ve got it all under control.

Then, WHAM. A train. A little reminder from God. “You are not in control, I am. My plan for you is perfect.”

God reminds me that his plan will prevail. So I sit…and wait on the Lord for the train to pass (whatever the “train” might be) and remind myself that God is the master planner.

“Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails"
Proverbs 19:21

"I know the plans I have for you," Says the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11

Sunday, May 06, 2007

The World of High Fashion

I know my husband occasionally reads this blog, so I am typically careful about what I write. (Well, once in awhile I'm careful about what I write...) Anyway, I hope he doesn't read this very soon or I'm really going to get it. He is always telling me I'm making our son too fashion conscious. I definitely don't agree. It's not like I've taught the kid how to match his shoes to his outfit. (OK, maybe that's a bad example) Anyway, the other day my son came into my room holding two pairs of pants. He held them up one by one, and very intently asked, "Mom, which pants do you think look better on me?"
At least he didn't ask, "Do these pants make my butt look big?" Then I'd know I was in big trouble.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

The Men's Club

Lately, it feels as if I'm completely losing control of my life. My new job has me working longer hours than I used to, which affords my husband and my son more "alone" time at home together. In a lot of ways, I'm really happy about that. It gives them plenty of time to bond and do Father-son sort of things, but in many other ways it is very dangerous. If you've read my recent post No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, you know exactly what I'm talking about. The most recent development happened when I came home from work the other day. I threw the mail on the counter, poured a glass of ice water and lingered around the kitchen before I headed to my bedroom to change my clothes. The boys were outside. My husband was working on the boat and my son was helping (ie, playing). As I passed by my son's bedroom door, I saw this.... From what I can tell it is never coming off. Permanent glue. My house is becoming a boy's club, of which I am obligated to observe and even participate, but never vote.


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