Muddied Plans

Yesterday was one of those nasty weather, pull the covers over your head, go back to sleep and stay in pajamas sort of days. It began not so bright and oh so early when my alarm went off at 4:45 a.m. because I insanely signed up for a Fit Camp for the next three weeks. Thank you New Year’s resolution.

Somewhere around 1:15 my stomach was filled with food that doesn’t go along with said New Year’s resolution and my heart was set on being lulled to sleep by the sweet music of rain drops on the roof. Then the car wouldn’t accelerate and the check engine light came on and all my afternoon swam away in the flood waters as I prayed to not get stuck on the muddy side of a country road.

It seemed an awful lot like a metaphor for life. 

Sometimes I  jump up in the dark, in the nasty, in the cold and determinedly tackle whatever is before me. There is excitement about all the possibilities the next 24 hours could hold and there is a list in my head of all that could be accomplished. Hopes and dreams and Today Is The Day!!

But, inevitably there’s an obstacle somewhere that wasn’t planned for, and then I get stuck, or praying with everything in me to not get stuck, because I just didn’t see THAT coming.

Weather. Sickness. Car trouble. An urgent phone call. An unplanned bill. Whatever THAT happens to be.

“The mind of man plans his way,
But the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9 NASB

The thing is sometimes I don’t feel very directed.

And I do NOT like to be lost, stranded or without a plan (and a backup plan). Okay, I have control issues. I know.

Then God reminds me that even though I didn’t see THAT coming, I was actually quite prepared.

With yesterday’s events, I had just replaced my lost phone in case I needed to make a call for help. I was within walking distance of people I knew. And I had actually taken along my super awesome rain boots and a change of clothes to the gym so I wasn’t running around in spandex and shoes that would soak through in about 2 minutes flat.

Looking back at the events of 2014, somehow I knew before I knew. I didn’t even realize it until I was flipping through some notes from the beginning of the year and I had written that I sensed it would be a “major transition year”. Understatement of the year.

My steps were directed even if it felt like a roller coaster that I never asked to take a ride on and did not have motion sickness medicine for to keep myself from hurling on my unsuspecting neighbor. I’m still working out the motion sickness from 2014.

But do we really believe that God is directing our steps? Can we truly trust even when we don’t “feel” like we are getting any answers?

My rain boots reminded me that I hear God better than I think I do most of the time and, often, when I do not even realize it.

I didn’t actually need the rain boots when the car messed up because it did get me back to mom’s warm, dry workplace with wi-fi to wait until dad got off of work. However, they did come in handy when we had to park at a relative’s house and walk home because the path back to our house was too flooded to drive.

Have any of your plans been muddied recently? Even though THAT caught you by surprise, can you see how you may be better prepared than you first thought?