Plan B

I've been getting up awfully early to be late. My plan was to get up at 5:45, get myself ready, pack lunches and bottles, wake Little One at 6:45, feed, dress, and get out the door at 7:15. And even though I'm successful to that point, I can't make it to work by 7:40. It's not that 25 minutes to get from point A to point B isn't enough time. The drop off is painful. That sweet little thing takes a piece of my heart with her every time I leave her with someone else. And so, I deduce that Plan A has failed.

I'm about to pull plan B out of my back pocket. Love of My Life, prepare yourself.

And although this is just logistical planning, it has me reminded of a deeper issue that has taken root in my heart. The issue of control. Control over MY life, MY husband, MY daughter. Control over MY feelings, MY desires, MY will, MY plans. I have a problem. I am completely and utterly out of control. I am foolish and I am sinful and I am trying to suck life out of things apart from Christ. And God continues to show me over and over again how his control over my life is far greater than anything I could ever plan for myself. Things aren't going to go as I expect. I will constantly be dissappointed by myself and those around me. But I can take heart and fully rest knowing that "no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him." 1Cor 2:9