Sunday Afternoon Tea

I have my words back but if they at times do not make sense... blame my fuzzy head.  I had to get out yesterday and had the constant sensation that the world was moving faster than my thinking, as if I would walk off a steep embankment at any moment.  Hopefully my thinking is clearer than my walking...

Actually, these ponderings were what I had planned to write last week before the plague hit and my world became a dream-like state of sleep and wake.  Ironically, I had been thinking how the constant infection and subsequent antibiotics had sent me to Plan C.  (Plan A was long since ditched, Plan B was just holding on.)  Last week I entered Plan D.

While working in Organization Development in my former life, I had a boss who constantly told me one often goes through Plans A-Z in corporate life and then must start all over again.  Yes, this has been one of those days, weeks, months, years... lifetimes?

However, what I was actually pondering... those words that were flying around my head and trying to find an appropriate landing place in the fog... was the realization that my Plan A was never God's plan for me.  After decades of walking with Him, it has become apparent that God deals in the latter part of the alphabet.  He often brings us to Plan Z (not to mention the starting all over again part).

I suppose it has a lot to do with that whole "my ways are not your ways" thing, Him being infinite and my finiteness making Plan A seem so very good.  When looked at from the Heavenly Places of Eternity... my Plan A was too small for Him.  He wanted to take me (at times stomping my feet and complaining) through the entire alphabet of plans knowing it is in the journey that all of us become what He wanted all along... His Plan A.

I think that's why we look back now with remorse and regret when... at the time... we didn't have a clue as to what our life was all about.  We thought we were on the straight path when it was crooked, we thought we had it all together when we were falling apart, we thought we were godly when we were just following the rules. 

It is in the latter part of the alphabet, when we arrive at Plans past G and H and I... that we start to become real.  He allows disappointments and hurts, trauma and pain, success and rejoicing, walking in a fog through narrow valleys and sharp hills, brief glimpses of sunshine and glory, not often knowing but coming to understand... His ways are not our ways.  He changes our plans to form us into that which will be beautiful for all eternity.  We want an easy Today.

Yet, we ask of Him... not our will but Yours be done... thinking ahead of that Time and Place when we all come into perfection.