i secretly think my plan for this life trumps God’s.
i secretly think my plan for this life trumps God’s.
i secretly think my plan for this life trumps God’s.
i secretly think my plan for this life trumps God’s.
i secretly think my plan for this lif
i still secretly thin
i stil
Okay. So, at what point do I stop contending with the Almighty that my plan for this life was better than His? When do I quit moping over what and whom I’ve ‘lost’ and get my focus back on the extra life God’s granted me, and how best to use it? At which juncture do I recognize He has textural richness and vibrant colors and as-yet-unknown sounds to add to my paltry talents–creative dimensions Earth has not, cannot see or sense or feel?
And when does it again kick in that GOD’S afterburner makes The Orville’s quantum drive seem like a child’s pull toy?
That God can and more often than we know does do what He does all at once, and faster than thought?
That nothing – NOTHING – is impossible when God’s involved?
That to relax my imagined grip on the controls of my journey (I know, “as if”, right?) and trust Him is Ultimate Wisdom?
When?
© D. Dean Boone, March 2019