Photo by JillWillington
Ah, Spring. Lovely days of tripping through fields of flowers, wearing a long, flowy dress with an iced coffee in hand.
Maybe in your life, but not mine. (though the iced coffee might be)
Think more like pulling early weeds in empty flower beds, wearing a hoodie. Cold one day, hot the next. And lots and lots of spring plans.
As I mentioned in previous posts, we’ve done a lot of painting over the past months, so deep cleaning will be moved to fall. I’m also hard at work on the sequel to my novel, Smoking Flax.
Plans. Why do I love to plan and then become distraught when life changes? You’d think that at my age, I would have it figured out. Alas, I have not.
Every single day, I have to trust God with my plans. With Mom living with us and four of my grandchildren, teenagers, my plans are subject to change hourly. So, I sit back in my chair for a moment, breathe a prayer for help, then go with the flow.
Now that doesn’t mean I always change my plans for others. I’ve struggled with being a people pleaser in the past, so I have to filter every day through that lens.
I ask myself: What are my plans? What do others need or expect? What does God want me to do? Then I pray again and move forward, trying hard to follow God’s will
What do you think? Are you a planner? Have trouble saying no? Let’s chat…
The ease with which I say no depends upon who’s asking. Like taking over the auction at school to raise money for sports. That’s an easy no because I have no talent in that direction. Saying no to my elderly parents is much, much harder.