This past week has been a whirlwind. I feel like a racer striving toward the finish line (completing the final edits on my work-in-progress) but only getting as far as the three-quarter mark before something trips me up.
I admit, I'm a bit of a control freak. This can be a major problem in life. After the kids were on Christmas vacation I looked forward to some alone time, but they've been in school for a week and that time has remained elusive. Nothing seems to be going my way. (Don't I sound incredibly spoiled? God, forgive me, I am!) Even the blog I planned for this morning has been postponed because I can't seem to put pictures on my posts any longer.
It's times like these when I realize how silly I am to assume I have any amount of control on my life. How much better are things when I give each and every day to God, instead of putting my confidence in my own plans? This lesson is a hard one for me but it helps when I can find the good in each situation. Many times when my own plans are disrupted, I find multiple blessings in that disruption. More often than not, I find myself leaning more heavily on my Creator, turning to Him instead of my own best intentions.
So today, as my oldest is home sick (my youngest had his turn on Friday), I will seek the blessing it is to spend alone time with him. I will read to him. Pray with him. Maybe play a game or two of Uno. My own plans will wait. They are never as important as I make them out to be--certainly not more important than my child.
How do you handle disrupted plans?