This could have been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad holiday weekend. From Saturday morning until Monday night it seemed like everything that could go wrong did. Almost every plan I made was ruined in some way, shape, or form. And when I say ruined think in the most dramatic major motion picture sense of the word.
I kept telling myself "Embrace, embrace. This is all because you chose that stupid word. Now you have to deal with it". There were quite a few times I considered crawling in my bed, throwing myself a pity party, and refusing to move until Tuesday morning. But I'm so happy I didn't. In the midst of all the chaos God caused some amazing things to happen. I was able to cross paths with people that were nowhere on my radar. Each conversation gave me something that I specifically needed (even in the instances where I was providing advice).
It never ceases to amaze me how each time I think I have everything under control God reminds me exactly why I need Him. Even when I think I'm being intentional about penciling Him in by going to this church service or listening to that Christian audiobook He shows me that His plans are greater than my own. Because no matter how well I plan sometimes it's easier for me to hear from Him in a deserted Target parking lot than in a crowed chapel.