I had some grand ideas for our Sunday.
Wake up early (I “slept in” till 7:30).
Get espresso at the coffee shop (of course *THAT* happened).
Set up the twins toddler beds & deep clean/vacuum their room (this happened, too!)
now this is where the day strayed from my plans;
I quickly started to feel my dust allergies creeping up with the constant sneezing (punishment for cleaning?), but I figured by the time the twins came home at 10am from their weekly Dad’s overnight visit, myself, the twins and my 7 and 9 year old boys would jump in the Audi, go to church, return home for lunch, take the twins to their friends birthday party and then spend a couple hours taking a long nature walk, before returning home to fold laundry and prep for the week!
ha ha.. NOT gonna happen.
BY the time Jr. was being carried to me in his Dad’s arms, it became apparent our plans would change, by the look of the fresh vomit all over his shirt front and pant leg!
I’m ever thankful that God promises a PLAN to prosper me & my kids… cause It’s pretty obvious that my most well laid plans tend to blow up within a moments notice.
“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
My whole life has been a series of “well laid plans”, in which I get surprised with vomit & allergies (AKA: ahusband unwilling to commit to a loving marriage, and the resulting divorce, for instance) but Its pretty clear to me that the miracles always come with the mess, when I lean in on God, when I beg Him to hold me in his arms, and show me where to go, because I feel alone or helpless…
For I am the Lord your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear, I will help you. Isaiah 41:13
So, here we are, taking a sick day… me with the sniffles, the twins with other nasty stuff… and even though its not what I had planned, we’re gonna be alright, we know even this seemingly simple and meaningless day.. is a part of the plan, not mine… but His.