A couple of weeks ago I had a plan.
I created this mind map of Why?How?What? and Challenges and Opportunities.
I prayed thru what was hiding in my heart enough to send it all to my brain so it could materialize into some tangible format. I scheduled a Skype call with a friend to brainstorm some goals and blind spots. I was on a roll!
Then God lobbed a big fat knuckle ball at me. I swung as hard as I could and with a big
[o o <<..**w-h-i-f-f **..>> o o ]
landed smack on my butt in the dirt, scratching my head and wondering what happened. Translated: I will lose my job at the end of the year and I have no idea what’s going to happen now… I was taking care of business and lining up my ducks. I was doing a lot of things right. I had a plan!
It’s good to have a game plan though I am not always obsessed with going from point A to B in a straight line. I like to have a goal in mind as a steady point on the horizon toward which to navigate. I like making lists so I can cross things off and chart a path of accomplishment.
But… are you listening here God??… I’m not gonna make anymore plans! Because you always come along and change them! I was just getting to the point when I had some stuff figured out and then you threw that knuckle ball saying… HaHa! I’m the one in charge here!
And just like that, all I had ready for the next step is in shambles. My priorities now are packing/moving/job hunting. Why even set goals or priorities if YOU are just going to keep changing the playing field? I mean honestly… why? (shaking my pointed finger heavenward)
The surest way to make God laugh: make your own plans. I have lived long enough in this crazy world to know that adaptability and flexibility make me a much happier person.
So I’m not making plans anymore… do you hear me?
(shaking my clenched fist heavenward)
I will not write with an outline.
I will not spend inordinate amounts of time prioritizing goals or objectifying strategies.
I will just live.
In the moment.