Plans

Mrs. Mays has told us more than once about the piece of paper she has over her computer monitor, which reads, "Do you want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans." It's a funny little saying, but it's also packed with truth. And my weekend was a perfect example.
the prediction of over a foot of snow had rather bothered me during the week, because I definitely wanted to go to rehearsal. I figured that, if the weather man proved not to be a fink this time, I wouldn't have any rehearsal at all. Probably didn't have the best of attitudes about the prospect of missing rehearsal. But, God was king enough to let us rehearse quite a bit on Thursday night. No co-op on Friday morning because of the snow. That made me good and happy, because I hadn't managed to fully interpret the George Herbert poem, wasn't sure yet whether I had Holy Sonnet 10 down, and hadn't gotten through quite a lot of my history. But, also because of the snow, there was no rehearsal. That was manageable, because I'd rehearsed a lot the day before. Saturday came, and I realised that I hadn't gotten anybody to hook up the converter box for the TV, and the Super Bowl was a mere day away. So I chatted Kylie, in the hopes that we'd be able to hop over to the Smith's to watch the game. They graciously said yes, and I planned on another very fun Bowl with them. Then, at about 11 pm or so, I got a voicemail from Kylie. "Hey, it's me. Um... Kiera's sort of sick, so I don't know if you guys still want to come over. Let me know." Greaaatttt! That's just what I always wanted, people to get sick right before the Super Bowl. (Further complaints on my part, I'm sure.) Kylie called me on Sunday morning to tell me that Kiera was no longer sick, so we could come over. Happy as a clam, I told Mom and went to my room for something. I heard the echo of Mrs. Mays' paper in my head. "Want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans." I wasn't sure whether God was laughing, but He certainly made His point. He's in charge, not I. My plans, even when they happen to be good ones, fall apart at the slightest happenings.

Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit" - yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. what is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that." As it is, you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil. (James 4:13-16, ESV)

This passage says that what I was doing, assuming that my plans would go as planned and getting mad when things didn't go my way, was arrogant. I wanted to be in charge, and how dare the universe not revolve around me? I wanted to be God. Let's be people who humbly submit to God's will, even when it isn't what we would want.