I began a post for FMF back at the beginning of March, but never finished posting it because I was tucked away in a tent that weekend, hidden from the world, but not all the kids.
The word to blog about: plan
A white, crisp blank calendar is a thrill to my heart. I love to look upon the days laid out before me, to imagine, plan, and dream of the excitement that they may contain. I thoroughly enjoy jotting out the ideas, the things I want to see come to fruition.
Plans are so much fun. The what if, and the how, the lists, all of this doing brings about a thrill in my heart. I actually really love to plan.
Plans are full of expectancy, hope, greatness.
But the reality of what is met in the middle of the excitement of planning to the execution of the plan, well that is another story.
In my zest of planning, I seem to over plan. Then, I struggle to meet those expectations that I’ve put upon myself. I often think I am failing others, but I’m not sure that I am so much as not meeting my own ideals. Perhaps, I’m just more keenly aware of all that is left undone.
I find myself flustered over my plans in the end. Overwhelmed. Wondering why in the world I ever thought I could muster up the energy or the ability to do whatever it was that I had planned.
I’m so thankful that scripture teaches that man makes plans, but God directs the steps of man. So thankful that He will set me on a right path, even though the plans I make seem to be failing.