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I'm a planner. I plan every week. I plan every day. I plan.
And then God fixes it.
I'm thinking I'm not unique, so I thought it would be fun to see what we've planned and what God did instead.
The plan for this last week --
- The Big Plan -- get the Christmas tree and nativity scene set up before our Sabbath Day. (The rest would have to be done next week.)
- Squeeze in chores in between the Big Plan and a trip for an infusion. Particular note was to get laundry washed and folded faster, since last week, by the time I folded laundry, half of it had already been used for "clean clothes."
The plan for yesterday --
-- Go to sleep early the night before, so I could get up early enough to take a shower and have my hair relatively dried before going out to buy groceries, (which we haven't had time to do for two weeks), and be home by lunch to deal with the disaster.
What was that "disaster?" There is only one spot to put our four-foot Christmas tree. Behind the sofa on the radiator. Three problems with that location --
- hubby can't go to bed in his bedroom yet, so sleeps on that sofa.
- hubby has insomnia, so I have to wait for him to wake up to get to that spot.
- The radiator is half an inch thinner than the width of the base of the tree, and the base of the tree is a wobbly tripod. (Duct Tape is my friend... most of the time.)
It took me two days to set it up and decorate. Love it when it's done, but hate it when I do it. hohoho
I finished it two nights before we went grocery shopping. It was beautiful. AND, better yet, it didn't crash down on hubby when he slept. (My biggest reason for telling him maybe we should just use a smaller tree this year, but he loves the tree as much as I do, so not happening. Full tree!)
It didn't crash onto him when he slept. It didn't even crash into him when he was on the sofa watching TV. Oh no! It crashed onto the sofa when he was at his computer.
AND, it crashed at 11 PM the night before we HAD to go grocery shopping, and I was hoping the sleeping pill would kick in so I could go shopping early.
God in reality, with a sarcastic bit of humor.
I took it well (for me.) I just resettled it on its side on that radiator. Why I wanted to get back from shopping early.
Not happening. 2:30 AM before I could go to sleep, but I made up for it and slept eight hours. (I rarely sleep eight hours. Exactly why I have sleeping pills. lol)
BUT, God again. Hubby went to sleep right after me, and woke up before I was ready to go out. (Morning shower killed off there.) It doesn't sound like much, but grocery shopping is when we have the most fun together. We're both prone to the same kind of humor. See an eight foot teddy bear, and it's "Ooo, we need one of them in your spot." See a can of tunafish and wonder if it is any different than cat food. We're forever joking around shopping. So, it was very kind of God that my plan didn't work.
And then the return home. Lots of groceries, small kitchen and refrigerator. This was meat-week, so also 20 pounds of meat that had to fit into the fridge until we could divide it up and put it in the freezer. Oh, and hubby doesn't have the strength or balance to help bring it in, so he's all kinds of frustrated with himself, and feels guilty. (I'm just glad he's home and I'm shopping for two again.) I got the meat in.
And I got everything else in. (Also had to tell hubby if he sees me buying butter in the next three weeks, shoot me. No two people need 7 containers of I can't believe it's not butter for a week.) And then I found the mushrooms. Mushrooms must fit in fridge, but behind essentials like homemade soup, peanut butter, gravy and stuffing. So I'm holding onto the packages of mushrooms while pulling out all four of those containers and the big container fell onto the floor bottom side down without tilting! Score! It might have landed hard, but it was only 18 inches from the floor, so all is right while I'm still trying to get the mushrooms in. Mushrooms in, peanut butter, gravy, and stuffing in... and a cold wetness seeps into my sock.
The soup! The container didn't crack. It broke. AND on the bottom, so I didn't notice the break until the soup spread.
I start thinking out my next move but soup doesn't wait around for such a long thought, so I grabbed a mixing bowl because it's the closest thing I had. Saved the chicken and veggies in the soup, but lost the soup.
Calm, quiet me wants to storm up to bed and go to sleep, instead dealing with the soup all over the floor, but hubby really is calm, so he volunteers to clean up. Balancing issues, so I don't think he can lean over to the floor to clean it up. God again!
Sometime last year, (I have only a memory of thinking I wanted to do this. Didn't even think I did do it lol), I wanted to surprise him when he got home with a clean house. So I bought a new kitchen mop and cleaned the kitchen floor. No memory of buying the mop. Vague memory I did clean the kitchen floor once when he was gone, (Hey! How often do I have to say I am NOT Proverbs 31 woman? lol), but he found it, and no balancing act, but a clean floor again. Hubby is more helpful than he thought. God's reality hits again. Not part of my plans.
Today is our Sabbath. I have two pairs of overalls, and both needed cleaning. (Never did have time to do the rest of the laundry. Well, I did, but only when we didn't have enough laundry to do it. lol) They also take a day to dry, so what better time to wash them and hang them up then the day before Sabbath Day? I wear jammies on Sabbath Day. So, after grocery shopping, putting the groceries away, and hubby cleaning the floor, I took that long waited-for shower and threw in the hang-up clothes into the washer, before cleaning the kitchen mess (that pot I tossed the soup into, plus hubby put meat away, so had to clean some dishes and counters.) And all that before dinner, now that we had something to eat. (Hubby made dinner. Thank God for all the leftover Thanksgiving dinner things we still had in the fridge, including that stuffing, gravy and even two kinds of mashed taters -- sweet and white -- because he bought two turkey legs for dinner. We even had just enough cranberry sauce leftover, which is good, since his plan was to make some fresh sauce -- not clean the floor. lol)
I write this as I look over to that sideways Christmas tree on Sabbath Day.
Yup! God's plan. Not mine. Worked out perfectly.
So how did your plans change according to God's guidance recently? (Hint: The more amusing, the better. lol)
And then God fixes it.
I'm thinking I'm not unique, so I thought it would be fun to see what we've planned and what God did instead.
The plan for this last week --
- The Big Plan -- get the Christmas tree and nativity scene set up before our Sabbath Day. (The rest would have to be done next week.)
- Squeeze in chores in between the Big Plan and a trip for an infusion. Particular note was to get laundry washed and folded faster, since last week, by the time I folded laundry, half of it had already been used for "clean clothes."
The plan for yesterday --
-- Go to sleep early the night before, so I could get up early enough to take a shower and have my hair relatively dried before going out to buy groceries, (which we haven't had time to do for two weeks), and be home by lunch to deal with the disaster.
What was that "disaster?" There is only one spot to put our four-foot Christmas tree. Behind the sofa on the radiator. Three problems with that location --
- hubby can't go to bed in his bedroom yet, so sleeps on that sofa.
- hubby has insomnia, so I have to wait for him to wake up to get to that spot.
- The radiator is half an inch thinner than the width of the base of the tree, and the base of the tree is a wobbly tripod. (Duct Tape is my friend... most of the time.)
It took me two days to set it up and decorate. Love it when it's done, but hate it when I do it. hohoho
I finished it two nights before we went grocery shopping. It was beautiful. AND, better yet, it didn't crash down on hubby when he slept. (My biggest reason for telling him maybe we should just use a smaller tree this year, but he loves the tree as much as I do, so not happening. Full tree!)
It didn't crash onto him when he slept. It didn't even crash into him when he was on the sofa watching TV. Oh no! It crashed onto the sofa when he was at his computer.
AND, it crashed at 11 PM the night before we HAD to go grocery shopping, and I was hoping the sleeping pill would kick in so I could go shopping early.
God in reality, with a sarcastic bit of humor.
I took it well (for me.) I just resettled it on its side on that radiator. Why I wanted to get back from shopping early.
Not happening. 2:30 AM before I could go to sleep, but I made up for it and slept eight hours. (I rarely sleep eight hours. Exactly why I have sleeping pills. lol)
BUT, God again. Hubby went to sleep right after me, and woke up before I was ready to go out. (Morning shower killed off there.) It doesn't sound like much, but grocery shopping is when we have the most fun together. We're both prone to the same kind of humor. See an eight foot teddy bear, and it's "Ooo, we need one of them in your spot." See a can of tunafish and wonder if it is any different than cat food. We're forever joking around shopping. So, it was very kind of God that my plan didn't work.
And then the return home. Lots of groceries, small kitchen and refrigerator. This was meat-week, so also 20 pounds of meat that had to fit into the fridge until we could divide it up and put it in the freezer. Oh, and hubby doesn't have the strength or balance to help bring it in, so he's all kinds of frustrated with himself, and feels guilty. (I'm just glad he's home and I'm shopping for two again.) I got the meat in.
And I got everything else in. (Also had to tell hubby if he sees me buying butter in the next three weeks, shoot me. No two people need 7 containers of I can't believe it's not butter for a week.) And then I found the mushrooms. Mushrooms must fit in fridge, but behind essentials like homemade soup, peanut butter, gravy and stuffing. So I'm holding onto the packages of mushrooms while pulling out all four of those containers and the big container fell onto the floor bottom side down without tilting! Score! It might have landed hard, but it was only 18 inches from the floor, so all is right while I'm still trying to get the mushrooms in. Mushrooms in, peanut butter, gravy, and stuffing in... and a cold wetness seeps into my sock.
The soup! The container didn't crack. It broke. AND on the bottom, so I didn't notice the break until the soup spread.
I start thinking out my next move but soup doesn't wait around for such a long thought, so I grabbed a mixing bowl because it's the closest thing I had. Saved the chicken and veggies in the soup, but lost the soup.
Calm, quiet me wants to storm up to bed and go to sleep, instead dealing with the soup all over the floor, but hubby really is calm, so he volunteers to clean up. Balancing issues, so I don't think he can lean over to the floor to clean it up. God again!
Sometime last year, (I have only a memory of thinking I wanted to do this. Didn't even think I did do it lol), I wanted to surprise him when he got home with a clean house. So I bought a new kitchen mop and cleaned the kitchen floor. No memory of buying the mop. Vague memory I did clean the kitchen floor once when he was gone, (Hey! How often do I have to say I am NOT Proverbs 31 woman? lol), but he found it, and no balancing act, but a clean floor again. Hubby is more helpful than he thought. God's reality hits again. Not part of my plans.
Today is our Sabbath. I have two pairs of overalls, and both needed cleaning. (Never did have time to do the rest of the laundry. Well, I did, but only when we didn't have enough laundry to do it. lol) They also take a day to dry, so what better time to wash them and hang them up then the day before Sabbath Day? I wear jammies on Sabbath Day. So, after grocery shopping, putting the groceries away, and hubby cleaning the floor, I took that long waited-for shower and threw in the hang-up clothes into the washer, before cleaning the kitchen mess (that pot I tossed the soup into, plus hubby put meat away, so had to clean some dishes and counters.) And all that before dinner, now that we had something to eat. (Hubby made dinner. Thank God for all the leftover Thanksgiving dinner things we still had in the fridge, including that stuffing, gravy and even two kinds of mashed taters -- sweet and white -- because he bought two turkey legs for dinner. We even had just enough cranberry sauce leftover, which is good, since his plan was to make some fresh sauce -- not clean the floor. lol)
I write this as I look over to that sideways Christmas tree on Sabbath Day.
Yup! God's plan. Not mine. Worked out perfectly.
So how did your plans change according to God's guidance recently? (Hint: The more amusing, the better. lol)
