I have no Plan.
I turned to my husband last night and said, “I don’t know what life is going to look like for a while.” He cocked his head sideways, like he didn’t understand. Of course he didn’t; ”No Plan” is not in my vocabulary.
I might not always follow my Plan, but I always (always, always) have one.
Not this year.
Not this minute, anyway. I tried to make one, but something deep inside me said this is not a time for a Plan. [Hmm?]
Matt taught this morning on giving up control at church. Hmm…was that message for me? Could there be a bit of control in my Plan?
I can tell you I don’t have any real concrete lessons to share with you right now; but I know God is at work.
[And rest assured, dear Plan-lover friends of mine, I'm not floundering. I'm not aimless or lacking direction. I'm just learning to let go a little.]