Yesterday, a door closed.
I was bummed.
I have been working towards a goal for a few weeks now,
but up to this point, it hasn’t been easy
and it hasn’t happened the way I hoped.
The circumstances are out of my control,
so I was a little disappointed.
To look forward to something eagerly
and then to find out it's not happening,
my way
can be discouraging.
This whole
"change of plans"
thing
has happened quite a bit in my life.
I like to be organized, know what’s happening in my future, and plan ahead...
but many times,
God reminds me that He already has different plans for me.
He tweaks my schedule and thought process on a daily basis.
In fact this morning,
as I was on a hike listening to my iPod,
after about 45 minutes worth of music,
Halo, by Beyonce came on.
Halfway through the song there was a loud pop in my ear
and my iPod shut off.
The last words I heard were loud and clear,
“You know you’re my saving grace,
You’re everything I need and more.”
Perhaps it was a reminder,
Perhaps it was a reminder,
God was reminding me to not get discouraged,
He is at work!
We are on the path that He wants us on.
It was like that moment
when we are using our
GPS,
(Global Positioning System)
to go somewhere new
and it tells us to turn on the next street,
but somehow we make a wrong turn.
So the GPS system has to reroute...
wait...
wait...
wait...
done!
After some waiting, the new directions are ready,
so we are free to go happily on our way.
Well, I feel like that is where I am in my life.
I am waiting for new direction
from my other GPS
(Great Protector of my Soul)
J
Each time that I make a wrong turn,
He does something to interrupt my plans
to put me back on the path that He wants me on.
Currently,
He is telling me
wait...
wait...
wait...
be patient and wait.
That phone call yesterday was disappointing,
however, God’s plans for my life never are.
I’m sure that
whatever comes next,
whatever He has in store for us,
will be great.
So meanwhile,
I’ll just keep moving along,
living, loving, learning and
waiting for His instructions.
