We made our decision; the destination is determined. We begin here and are determined to go there.
The plan is the plan. We made it and begin the process of working it. However, it isn’t always that easy.
My limited understanding doesn’t allow for sideroads, construction zones, and detours. I get confused and assume the worse when things aren’t turning out the way I planed.
When the road is longer than expected and more confusing than anticipated, I begin to wonder where I erred.
When we longingly look for the light at the end of the tunnel or we can’t find room in the inn, I wonder where we took a wrong turn.
When the miles add up to more than the map showed, I begin to question the journey.
But when we finally arrive at our destination, all seems right and according to the plan. In my prayers I hear Him whisper, “I am here.”
Because it’s not about my plan. It’s about His plan.
And He who created a good work in me will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
He knows where I am; He knows the way that I take. He has already gone before me. If I get sidetracked, He patiently redirects my steps until I am back on the path. No matter how many times it happens, He pulls me back to the road again.
And finally I will be home.