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When a Plan Comes Together

September 15, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

Yesterday’s gray skies give way to a sea of fluffy cotton balls.

Soybeans toss and churn.

Cattails surrounding “Lake Abby” sway in the breeze.

Hummingbirds continue to feed and fight outside the window, and I watch tiny green feathers ruffle.

A Monarch flutters high while red and yellow leaves fall low, and a chickadee digs for the last morsels in browned and bowed sunflower heads.

I stare at my to-do list.

Bills to pay, slacks to hem, hair to cut, laundry to wash, photos to print, one-sheet to prepare (or not), a chapter to polish (or not), guest posts to finish, Bible study lessons to prepare, two books to complete and review by the end of the month, car tags to renew and apply by Monday, suitcases to empty and repack, grandgirls to catch as they climb and teeter on chairs, soccer practice duty, two birthdays and a company picnic this weekend, and notes to remember what I’ve forgotten.

Teeth to brush, legs to shave, nails to file, food to eat.

And I’m really thinking of another express trip north?

I leave Wednesday for the ACFW Conference in St. Louis–scheduled before my daughter registered for school and needed grandgirl help, before Dennis had an important work schedule change, and before my mom fell.

Had I known what the future held, I probably would not have signed up.

Leaving on a jet plane Wed. Waving white flag. Some things will just not get done. So. Be. It.

I posted that status on Facebook this morning.

“He’ll make sure the things He wants done are done–rest in that!” Karin commented. And messaged me that she was praying me through it all, that “He already knows the plan.”

I’ll come back from the conference the following Sunday, and then fly to Laity Lodge that Thursday for the writers’ retreat. I didn’t win, but in a turn of events, I’m going anyway. I’m black and blue from pinching myself.

Can I squeeze another trip home between the conferences?

I shared a little of my dilemma with Lyla.

“He’s had it all from the beginning,” she said. “Sometimes, I see Him like Hannibal from the A-Team, leaning back with a big ol’ cigar hanging out of his mouth in the middle of total chaos and smiling while he says “I love it when a plan comes together.”

Hannibal. AKA George Peppard. My mother went to school with him. She didn’t hang with him, but she knew him to say hi.

So I’m resting in the plan.

His plan.

The one that’s coming together.

And what I get done of my plans gets done, and what doesn’t–doesn’t.

So. Be. It.

Mortals make elaborate plans, but God has the last word.
~Proverbs 16:1 (Message)

 

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  1. Lyla Lindquist says

    September 15, 2011 at 9:18 pm

    And what doesn’t get done of His plans doesn’t … Wait a second. His plans always get done. Light up another cigar, Sandy. What needs to happen will.

    You make me smile tonight.

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 9:55 pm

      Yep, His plans always get done. 🙂

  2. diana says

    September 15, 2011 at 9:21 pm

    Me, too. Just got this from facebook – wow. You are one overloaded – but I think, pretty excited lady. Lyla is right on. “What needs to happen will.” See you before you know it.

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 9:55 pm

      I can’t believe I actually get to meet you both FTF!

  3. Sheila says

    September 15, 2011 at 9:38 pm

    I’m going to carry Lyla’s image of Him forever–or at least until I meet Him face-to-face.

    Sandra, lifting you up. And yes, His plan will be accomplished.

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 9:55 pm

      That’s a hard image to forget! And thanks.

  4. Kathy Robbins says

    September 15, 2011 at 11:40 pm

    Hello-Great post! I look forward to meeting you at Laity Lodge this year.
    Blessings,
    Kathy

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 9:56 pm

      Hi Kathy! Thanks, and I look forward to meeting you, too!

  5. Carol J. Garvin says

    September 16, 2011 at 2:36 am

    Sometimes life interrupts itself. I’m sure God will help you sort through things and find time for the priorities. He knows our needs so much better than we know them ourselves. Don’t worry about tomorrow. Just deal with today and let Him guide you through the chaos.

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 9:57 pm

      Amen to that, Carol. I’m not close to ready for ACFW, but I’m just going to go and soak.

  6. Melinda Lancaster says

    September 16, 2011 at 1:30 pm

    I think the Scripture you chose to end this post sums it up completely. Have a safe and wonderful journey(s).
    LYI!

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 9:57 pm

      Don’t you just love how Peterson lays it all out there? LYIM!

  7. toni birdsong says

    September 16, 2011 at 5:36 pm

    I feel better now. I am sorry it’s been so long since I dropped by. Kind of like voluntarily missing Christmas. Doesn’t make sense. But I’m here now and remembering the grass kiss my knees as I walk slowly through every single word. I love your writing. You need to do a book of photos with your writing. Lovely. Absolutely. <3

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 9:59 pm

      Awww, friend. I miss you! So glad to see your sweet face. You’ve warmed me to the tips of my frosty tippy toes. xoxo

  8. S. Etole says

    September 16, 2011 at 7:28 pm

    What is it they say about the best laid plans of mice and men?!

    • Sandra says

      September 17, 2011 at 10:19 pm

      They often go awry. 🙂

      Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans . . . John Lennon.

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