My plans become too final in my head. I plan and dream and hope, and in my head it somehow crosses the line of hopeful and enters the land of concrete. I'm learning one step and one day at a time that doing so too often leads to disappointment.
How many times does the Lord have to teach me to trust in His plans, not mine?
Today I headed back to a post I wrote six months ago, and was reminded that we shouldn't write out the plans of our life in Sharpie, but in pencil.
Jesus, teach me to be an open page who readily accepts the plans you erase to write anew.