There are times when I’m pretty sure the verse in Isaiah that says, “Make a plan and it will fail” was meant especially for me.
Short term and small things, like our Easter Week activities and this German food bonanza, both ruined by my own sickness. I seem to have a bad track record with Vacation Bible School: the first year we were here, I was struck with the mysterious gallstone or whatever it was. This year, strep throat.
And then there are the big things. Hey, let’s buy a house! Hmm, maybe that wasn’t the best idea we ever had. And in the meanwhile, let’s rent a house from a missionary … who has no idea about renter’s rights and brings me to full-out confrontation over some shrubbery. I was sure the second year Mr. V was at this school we would live on campus – we didn’t. It didn’t look at all promising for the third year – and then, a few days before school started, there we were, moving like crazy people.
We tried to have a baby, and that plan didn’t work for awhile. I wasn’t quite sure about having a second, and bam, there he was.
I’m not even sure why I make any plans anymore. I don’t, really. I mean yes, the day-to-day swimming lessons and coloring pages and trips to the zoo. But long-term? We’re saving money for a down payment. I half expect that economic collapse to really happen and to lose all the money we have. Cynical? Realistic? Pattern? I don’t know.
What I do know is that God’s timing has been right in every situation. I firmly believe we went through foreclosure so we can minister to others who have hit really hard times. I think David needed to be a little older when Libbie hit 3, so I could take care of her aggressive need for attention sometimes. Not to mention, I need those precious, early-toddler giggles, kisses, and belly laughs when I’m having a rough day.
I might regret making certain choices, but I try not to dwell on them, knowing that we can’t change what is in the past. We can only hold on to God’s promises for the future and forge ahead. Maybe every plan I make will fail. But it’s OK … because His won’t.