I find it interesting how plans change. The past couple of weeks seem to be marked with the changing of plans. The unwanted and undesired have been met with surprising gladness, the wanted and thought desired have been met with disappointment and frustration, maybe a few tears.
I think I am being taught that my life is not my own. My time is not my own. My steps are not mine to determine, to calculate, to plan. So I'm trying to figure out where this lesson leaves me. Where to go from here. How a gospel-sharing, Mommy-visiting, physically draining week at work including patient death, my own sickness, a cancelled backpacking trip, a rescheduled camping trip, a woodland creature attack, and a, I guess I'll call it a guy situation... all add up to teaching me something bigger than this weeks' events, bigger than me. I know this week is not for naught.
Perhaps only to bring me here, using the phrase "not for naught" and the simple and strange pleasure that brings.
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