White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight
Pink~~Blow Me One Last Kiss
“Next Sunday I’ll need you to go to FSM,” I told Mr. Great-heart who has been struggling with Sunday school attendance since I left his dad. “I’m going to go to the…”
I stopped mid-sentence to pull my words back.
“Never mind,” I restarted. “I have no idea what will happen next week, but if things happen in a way that will allow me to go to this Sunday school class I’d like to try, I’ll need you to go to FSM.”
If there’s one thing I’ve learned the last few weeks, it’s to hold on to my plans loosely. I thought I had been doing that for years, but that was not the case at all. I believed I was truly living a day at at time, but when I finally left, I learned quickly that I hadn’t been doing that at all.
There are a lot of reasons not to hold tightly to your plans. Scripture of course commands it and, as I said, I thought I was obedient to that instruction. But there are a few good earthly reasons as well.
I don’t know about you, but I get disappointed when my plans fall through. It’s not a sin to be disappointed, but it never is just disappointment with me. There is always the upset side to it. It was never enough for me to be disappointed, I usually got angry on some level as well. That sort of reaction is inappropriate, no matter our religion. It creates bitterness and there are enough problems in the world without adding our bitterness over things not going our way.
I have been glad for the work done in me in just this short time, but this one is a very good thing to finally learn. Have I got it down? Hardly, but I’m aware of it now and trying to take steps to improve. I need to make sure when I make my plans, there is always a space for them to fall through.