Life isn’t quite going according to plan, well, not our plans. But when does it, really?

We have this tiny, narrow view of what we think our life should be, such grand plans in our eyes, but what are they to God? Minuscule. God has the bigger picture, the full movie all planned out, with each actor’s parts set in stone leaving room for free will’s improvisations.

I feel incredibly blessed to have had a couple of my prayers for guidance answered with a snippet of a plan – like it was obvious all along what I should do; go to part time, homeschool the kids and become foster parents. That straight forward, that simple – well it wasn’t simple in the doing of course. We followed the queues and all went relatively smoothly for a year. Then things changed. I got sick, insurance issues, money issues… etc. Life, you know?

Through all this I have held firm in the knowledge that it’s all part of God’s plan. I am NOT in control. But I do have to work at it, I have no fantasies of having the good life placed at my feet because I deserve it, or any such nonsense. So last night I prayed to God, please let me know if I’m on the right path, please help me to follow you and do your will.

Then last night I had the most glorious dream. I was following Jesus like so many of the masses, just to hear him speak, to simply see him in person. Not only did I see him and speak with him, he took me by the arm, I heard is gentle voice, and we walked together. I walked the path with Jesus. I can’t recall what we talked about, I don’t think that was the point.

When I walked in my daughter’s room this morning, I saw the furry coat I had been wearing in the dream, the coat I haven’t seen in forever, laying on the floor. It all came flooding back to me. I am now rejuvenated. I am now motivated to keep going with the plan, keep working towards what I was working on yesterday; getting back to work as a nurse. I am walking with God, He loves me, and that’s what really matters.