It was a last-minute plan, and I suppose when it’s last minute, it’s hardly a plan at all.
We’re in one of those seasons when life is complicated. A lovely way to dress that up is to compare it to the weather when we lived in Germany–whatever was forecast often had little to do with the actual climate. Temperature was usually close to the bullseye, but precipitation? She was as fickle as a hormonally-challenged woman. Beware and prepare is your best response.
The longer I live, the more I’m convinced life is what happens to us while we are making other plans1. I’m learning to lean into this as a good thing because it’s a God thing.
Trusting that God’s thoughts and ways are superior to mine,
believing He has a plan for my life,
and knowing the eventual outcome is for my good and His glory
stems the tide of worry.Focusing on Jesus and not circumstance always rightly aligns my perspective.
The plans I made months earlier were derailed from the demand of our present reality. So after I pitched a relatively mild hissy fit – totally proportional and reasonable to my disappointment – I moved on. Isn’t that the best option anyway? If Plan A goes awry, there are 25 other letters in the alphabet, right?
I didn’t have to go any further than Plan B.
I was a little concerned that reaching out to a friend I haven’t talked to in forever and inviting myself to spend the night the day before travel was outrageously rude, but then I decided not to say no for her. I sent a text, held my breath and hoped she would extend grace. Instead, what she asked for…
was for me to extend grace to her.
“Yes,” she messages me, and because she’ll be working til 5:00, “…grace for this working woman’s home please.”
If I had to wade through an episode of Hoarders, it would be worth it to spend time with this lifetime lovie of mine. In fact, I probably wouldn’t notice if you couldn’t see the floor because she is who I’m coming to see, not a house!
In all honesty, I do judge her…
We were opposites on a lot of levels, probably not naturally drawn to one another. We both worked at our church, sharing office space in little more than a glorified shoebox. But I judge her by how she has walked with me in friendship, how she carried me through some of my darkest days. How she listened with compassion, loved without limit and mingled my tears with her own.
“My hospitality will be a smile, clean sheets and no boy pee on the toilet seat.”