I am a person who likes to be very overly organized. I have three planners. That’s an embarrassing fact, but I have a daily, weekly, and monthly planner. Yes, I use all of them, yes, they are all ridiculously adorable, and yes, they’re filled in with cute colored pens.
But, as I’ve grown older, God has shown me just how much He can change plans.
Last week, when I was thinking about what I should write about, I literally just looked over at my huge monthly planner and thought, “Hey. I could write about how God’s timing is perfect and His plans for us are super exciting and could be different from our own.” And since then, God has displayed that theme over and over, as much as He could. For example, when I thought of that topic, I still had the intention of writing every two weeks. But here I am. For your benefit or mine, I am writing happily even though this was not the plan.
I would like to try to bring a little bit of feminine touch to this blog and write about things that the boys can’t write about. I can relate to the female audience more than they can. So, story time.
Throughout the last half of middle school and the first half of high school, I had this really good friend, whom I loved dearly. Even now I still love him, but that’s not the point. We flirted a lot and had a lot of heart-to-hearts, and even “talked” for while. (That’s such a dumb term, I’m so sorry).
Then, he did something dumb, like a lot of high school boys, and it really hurt. It was a big deal to me, and I didn’t realize what God’s plan was, which freaked me out even more. We didn’t talk for the whole next semester. It kinda sucked. I mean he was one of my best friends. We talked everyday. And just stopping cold turkey like that was hard on me.
There’s a moral to this story, I promise.
Anyway, now, a couple years later and we’re still good friends, but I’m really okay that things didn’t work out between us. Since it happened, I’ve gained new friends and a new appreciation for kindness.What I didn’t realize then was that he wasn’t the best fit for me. I’m a really delicate, fragile person, and most of the time, if I had a problem, he would just blow it off or give me random little pieces of advice that didn’t really help me, or he would make random digs at me that actually hurt my feelings.
Even though I know he had good intentions, it messed me up a little bit. Now, if I have like a real issue, I have a hard time telling anyone because I think they’ll just blow it off or they won’t care; and I know a lot of people think that, but that’s just the story of how I got there.
So, if I tell someone I have an issue and they actually pay attention to me and try to help me using God’s word, I have a newfound appreciation for that lovingness.
Moral of the story: Even though I didn’t know God’s plans and it really upset me at the time, something great came out of it. All we have to do is have patience and rely on Him.
Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.
Throw kindness like confetti.