At times it seems as if my schedule is more about handling unexpected changes, than sticking to my schedule.
There are times in life when I think I have my day planned. Most days I plan my schedule and then hand it over to God. Involved in this handing over thing is a bit of pleading that I will get my tasks done.
This Saturday I had a full day planned. My son was leaving in the morning to go back to Louisiana to attend college. I always send a lot of food along with him. I think between the gift cards I bought him for restaurants and my left overs he shouldn’t have to spend any money on food until long after Christmas.
I get special joy in providing nutrition for this son because during one of my family court battles I was accused of not feeding him. That was such a blatant lie and such a wicked accusation that I knew it originated in the devil. So every time I feed my children I get super happy because I know it gets the devil’s horns all twisted in a mess.
While my son was still preparing to get on his way, the doorbell rang. The guy who was hanging my Christmas lights on my house was standing on my front porch. I gave him my lights and then started back upstairs to help my son change his linens. That way when he came home for Christmas it would be an easy transition.
I had initially planned to meet someone in Dallas to go to the Arboretum but those plans fell through. I was disappointed because I really wanted to see the beautiful display. After praying for a bit I realized I didn’t really have time to go all the way to Dallas. My house was in an uproar with boxes of Christmas decorations scattered throughout.
I started working on unpacking my decorations and God provided a dinner with a friend opportunity that was close by my house. I didn’t get the whole house decorated yet but I did have a wonderful day. I knew that God was in control and although my day hadn’t turned out as planned I was content with the unexpected changes.