Wednesday, February 18

When Your Best Plans Fail

Driving down the road with my Mom, I couldn’t stop crying. As the miles rolled by, taking us inexorably closer to a wedding shower for a childhood friend of mine, I tried every trick in the book to get myself to stop.

But despite my best intentions, the tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I stared blankly out the passenger window.

My Mom, used to my tears, finally broke the silence. “Honey, you need to stop crying, or we can’t go.”

I knew it was true. And I was embarrassed at my lack of control. But I just couldn’t help it.

As a young twenty-something, my love life was nonexistent, and I was juggling three part-time jobs. I had a college degree, but otherwise life felt like it had temporarily stalled out.

It wasn’t that I was jealous of my friend’s happiness, I was just ready for some happiness of my own, but felt like it continued to elude me.

My life wasn’t going according to plan, so I felt like I was failing. 

Eventually, I stopped crying, although I can’t vouch for how red my eyes were at the shower. Now, nearly ten years later, I still remember the pain of that moment of self-pity.

Here’s the thing: Our plans can be good plans, but unless they are God plans, they won’t be the best plans.

And when it comes to timing and life in general, it’s a good reminder that I don’t really want control, anyway.

Most people don't know that I actually met my husband six months before we “officially” met. He remembers meeting me, but I don’t remember meeting him (sorry, honey!). I know it sounds bad, but that’s actually a good thing. During the meeting-I-don’t-remember, I was fresh on the heels of losing my sister to cancer, and wasn’t in a place where meeting my husband-to-be would have been a good thing. And as a new Christian still finding his feet, he wasn’t ready to meet me, either. The timing was off.

When we met again six months later, I wasn’t at a point where I actively looking for love and marriage, but I did feel settled, comfortable and confident in life and the trajectory I was taking. Meeting Tim was an unlooked-for blessing that came at the perfect time – God’s time, not mine.

Do you feel like you're in a season of life where you're waiting on God? Take heart. His timing is perfect. And unlike ours, his best plans never fail.





Linking today with Holley Gerth.

6 comments :

  1. So true! It's always best to wait on God to truly be the author and finisher of our faith...and of our story.

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    1. I agree, Stephanie. Thanks for stopping by! :)

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  2. I can completely relate to many experiences in my life. I seem eager to take things back or just try harder, when God just really wants me to let go. He wants me to be filled with His plans and not mine, and has often brought me to brokenness to get my attention.

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    1. I know what you mean, Sarah Ann -- I blame my control freak tendencies :) but it really is hard to remember that He's in control. It's nice to know I'm not the only one!

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