If you’re like me, you’re full of plans.
- for your day
- for your groceries
- for your meals
- for your kids
- for your life
But if you’re like me, my plans often don’t play out. In fact, days I’m muttering, “The best-laid plans of mice and men…” to soothe my ambitious soul.
But on harder days, I’m not muttering. I’m frustrated. I’m resentful. And some days I’m afraid.
And I’m thinking you’re just like me on those days.
So when a monkey wrench crashes into our plans, how do we deal with it?
That was my question years ago. My life turned upside down with my infant daughter’s diagnosis. The one that took our lives from normal to abnormal. From golden to rotten.
Or so it seemed.
I was so raw, so hurt . . . and numb. Just getting through the day, giving her injections that cost a fortune we didn’t have . . . that was our new normal.
But I couldn’t stand the pain. Numbness was unacceptable. I had to find happiness and joy again.
Proverbs 15:13 says,”A joyful heart makes a cheerful face, but when the heart is sad, the spirit is broken.”
I had to turn my river.
But saying it and doing it are two different things, right?
When the heart is sad, the spirit is broken. Broken spirits take awhile to mend. Mine took awhile, too.
I had a family that was incredibly supportive, and friends who reached out, although I was prideful and acted like I needed nothing — “I’m good.” I wasn’t!
But I had to reason things out. I had a lot of questions for God that needed answers. I went to the Bible to get those answers, my disillusionment not set but getting there fast. I was mainly hurt: why had God afflicted our sweet baby? We’d served Him. We’d been good people. Why us?
It wasn’t long before I got my answer.
One thing I know — when you go looking for answers from God, He will answer.