This life of mine wasn’t my idea. I had a million other plans that seemed better. But you know what?
I’m SO glad that my life hasn’t gone as planned.
How much would I have missed had I been able to have my own way? I would be running in circles, searching for meaning in things that don’t matter.
So here I am. No home. Few belongings. Getting ready to say good bye to family and friends for I’m not sure how long. And it hurts. And it’s good.
I want to feel it. I’m tired of stuffing it down inside. Because even though the hurts are real, there is beauty in it.
Could we have felt the reality of God’s grace without moving to Africa? Of course. But that wasn’t God’s plan. His plan is for us to go halfway around the world.
And as much as that wasn’t my plan, I know it’s the right one. Because I don’t know what’s best for me, what’s going to challenge me, or even what I truly want if I’m honest.
Praise God that He is bigger than my own ideas, that His ways prevail, and that He’s invited me along for the ride.
Are there things happening in your life that you didn’t plan? Are you willing to admit that God cares enough for you to not always give you what you thought you wanted?
“For thus says that Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, ‘In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.’ But you were unwilling.” Isaiah 30:15