As I sat reading in my recliner, I glanced out the window, and my gaze rested on my gazebo. Instantly, I thought of how full that gazebo would be during picnics if my son and husband were still with us. I pictured the four men: my two son-in-laws, my son, and my husband, deep in conversation. I pictured more children running around, possibly the same age as some of my grandchildren now. My son planned to propose to his girlfriend when he was through with college and could afford a ring. I also pictured her in my mind’s eye. How nice that would have been, I thought.
“Hey, wait a minute,” I suddenly said to myself. “Where did that come from?”
I know what a trap that kind of thinking brings with it, and I don’t want to fall into it. At all costs, I need to avoid the trap of discouragement, wishing things were different, pining over my losses, and the list goes on and on. It’s is a dangerous thing to look back or to think of how things would have been.
This life is not about my plans. It’s about God’s plans. He’s the master of my life and this world. Satan may be the prince of the power of the air, but God is the King! Nothing happens outside of His will. My master, Lord, and Savior already has said, “My plans are not to hurt you, but to prosper you.” In Jeremiah 29:11(KJV), He said, “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.” I’m glad God didn’t leave the events of my life in my own hands. I would have made a mess of it. With God in charge, I can rest easy, knowing that everything is as it should be.
Thank you Lord, for ushering me through this life by your plans and never leaving me to flounder.