11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Can I just say this year has been a crazy one and it's only August! It's been great, don't get me wrong, but crazy nonetheless. I look back to just a few short 8 months ago and I can't help but laugh at the plans I had for myself. Not that they were ridiculous, they were good goals and plans but really not up to snuff compared to what God had in mind for me.
I planned to get out of debt.
I planned to help Rakesh set and focus on his personal and financial goals.
I planned to finally get around to cleaning up my office and getting things filed away properly.
I planned on losing weight and passing the CPA exam - once and for all!
But oh the life that happens, while we're busy making plans.
I planned for small reachable goals and prayed over them that my plans would bear fruit if God willed them to be. And, if I'm being honest (because this is a blog and why not be honest), I planned to cope with not reaching my goals because I didn't believe I could pull them off. I sort of lack self discipline if there's no pressure involved.
Today I sit at my office desk, feet propped up and am thoroughly reveling in the life God has blessed me with this year.
I prayed to get out of debt; God blessed me with a raise, a bonus AND some stock awards. All of which have gone a long way toward being free of debt. I planned and prayed to help Rakesh with his personal and financial goals; God's blessed us with the means to marry quickly and welcome our son into the world as husband and wife - a goal we've had for about 13 years. Now Rakesh keeps talking about writing down our goals and figuring out the small steps to make his goals happen. I have been in awe at seeing the change in Rakesh's perspective and focus in these few months. I love this man more everyday.
I planned to lose weight; God gave me a son to get healthy not just weigh less.
I planned to pass the CPA, despite always putting it off the last five years of working. God has laid the pressure on thick so that I have to see to it that it happens this time, because let's face it, who has MORE time to study when there's a baby involved in the equation?! Um, that'd be no one. sigh.
I find myself sitting and thinking, "Now this is the life," a lot more frequently now. I've been praying for years for the Lord to bless my feet. My reasoning being that even when my brain or mouth don't cooperate with God's purpose for my life, that maybe my feet will be so blessed that I won't have any say but to walk in the right direction, toward His path for me.
And I can't help but think that He's definitely heard and answered that prayer because here I stand, blessed beyond measure and I don't have an Earthly idea why or how I got here.
I can't help but think, "My poor poor feet!" They have been doing all the spiritual lifting to Grace while my mouth and brain kept weighing me down just making it that much harder for my (poor poor) blessed feet.
So today I surrender to God for all the bigger plans He has in store for me. He's clearly got it more figured out than I do. I repent that I've made my path that much more difficult for Him to utilize me in His purpose. And I give thanks for blessed feet, (not only for 5 months of no swelling while pregnant - woot! woot! *happy dance*), but for always leading me in the right direction.