11 Apr There once was a day.
It included preparing for an essential oils talk at our MOMs group.
And reading our Proverbs book for our discussion time.
And packing everything up to leave by 8:30 to take Daddy some
Happy Friday coffee and arrive early to help in the childcare at church.
(And it was our only day with a car that week making it an extra special day.)
It contained a child waking up with snot down past her chin.
And wiping it off to pretend that all was well and we could still go.
It involved said child trying to eat her breakfast, unsuccessfully,
because her lip was quivering from trying not to cry from discomfort.
Add in a big hug, a sad phone call to cancel, and a heart aching from
disappointment, and that was the beginning of The Day.
It continued with an encouraging text from a friend to seize the day
and phone call from our pastor’s wife that God has ordained all our days
even ones outside our plans and to embrace this new God-given agenda
and from my mom that disappointment will cease with time as I learn
that life really does go on even when we miss certain parts of it.
So I pulled out the bread machine to have homemade bread waiting for James when he returned.
And it decided to walk off the counter.
And make the loudest crash this house has ever heard.
I was too afraid to check, so I sent Corban into the kitchen.
But I was now determined to make this day work. So I put the bread back in the machine (the floor was relatively clean) and started it again. It finished, but let’s just say it wasn’t my finest loaf yet.
So I pulled out the last of the chocolate chips to make some oat flour cookies for my love. He would get something out of this day, if it was the last thing I did! Turned out we had less flour and fewer chocolate chips than I’d remembered. Of course, I made them anyway. Let’s just say they weren’t my finest cookies yet.
Throw in some sibling arguing, a hungry baby crying, an explosively poopy diaper, and not enough food to be full after lunch, and you better believe at 12:59, we were marching upstairs for an afternoon nap.
I finally had some quiet time to just be before the Lord, hold my littlest, release a few tears to wash away the morning, aaaand some neighbors walked in, talking about their hard day. My pity party had to be postponed, but you know what? It was okay. Because God ordained this day. And even those few minutes gave me enough of a chance to speak Truth to myself (or mostly remember the Truth that had already been spoken to me) and actually thank God for this day.
I’m not a flexible person by nature. I make my plans. I like my plans. I complete my plans.
But it just shows that God plan is what ultimately comes to pass.
Your eyes saw me when I was formless;
all my days were written in Your book and planned
before a single one of them began.
And God’s plan is always good!