I made plans. Two years in Botswana, serving. And then school. And then I would start my life, or something. And then Proverbs 19:21 happened:
And once again, I am reminded that God has a sense of humour.
You’ve been experiencing it with me.. my freaking out over the future. Leaving Botswana wasn’t feeling right, but I had a plan. My mom asked when she came to visit, in her age-old wisdom, “so what will you do when you come back to Canada?” And I was all like, “Umm, well? Obviously, visit everyone that I love, and then…” Yeah, I had nothing, but this niggling feeling that I wasn’t finished here.
And so, here it is. Not necessarily what I have planned for, and who knows, maybe the funding won’t come in and I’ll have to go back to Canada and live on my parents sofa. But then again, I don’t think that’s going to be the case. And quite honestly, I am really excited. His plans for me have insofar been greater than I could ever known. Harder? Oh yeah, but who said His ways were going to be easy?
And so rather than fighting God, I am going to trust that His plan will indeed prevail itself. And quite honestly, I might as well start laughing with Him.