In May I thought we would be hosting a young girl from Ukraine. A few weeks from meeting her the door was clearly shut.
In June I thought I knew my plans for my children's schooling. A few weeks from school starting, the road was flipped and I saw God clearly had different plans for my children.
In July I thought I knew my plans for mentoring. A few weeks from starting that, my heart was changed completely on how I would mentor.
None of these paths may seem that significant to you. However; all of those paths I was praying about for months, and months, and months...and then what felt like in the 11th hour, God touched my heart deeply and had me evaluate who I was listening to. Was I taking my plans to God or was I making plans for my comfort?
Comfort. Co-piloting. Controlling. Three words that come to mind when I take my journey in my hands. And I love as I turn 35 soon, my life for him has more to do with listening and obeying the promptings of my heart than making a plan - that was already ordained before I was created.
Vulnerable. Freeing. Courageous. Three words
The joy of following God is simply a miracle and I want nothing more for my children than to learn the art of following - which is perhaps the sweetest gift of all when I remember the path of following God is always clear - no matter how vulnerable the path may be for me.
I love the saying, The bigger God is , the smaller I become. And I see more than ever there could never be truer words. God is big. And God's ways are truly above my ways. His love for me, for you, for all, is something I will never be able to fully grasp...only catch glimpses of it as I learn the art of following and watching Him continually lead me under his amazing grace and love. May his love for me, for you, for all touch us deeply, so we can touch others and teach them the joy of following as well! xox
