I had a plan for the weekend.
I stuffed an entire suitcase. I packed outfits and shoes for each day. I gathered journals & pens & vitamins & snacks. I confirmed a hotel room. I cleaned the car, inside and out.
I looked forward to enjoying the company of some long-distance friends. I was all ready—to run out the door, to drive down the road with a friend, and to soak up all kinds of help I needed at this weekend retreat.
I’ll be honest, it had been a long week at home. First, some of the kids were home from school a few days with coughs, and then my oldest struggled through a high fever for days.
And then something worse happened. I–the Mama taking care of everyone else–started to feel sick.
At first I tried to deny it and told myself I was okay. Mind over matter, right? I tried to stick to the plan. To not be sick.
But hours later, I knew. I was not heading out the door for anything, especially a fun weekend retreat.
Lord, I know that people’s lives are not their own; it is not for them to direct their steps. Jeremiah 10:23
I may have had a plan, but my plan was not going to happen…
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