Planning gone awry

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy! 






Steinbeck of course borrowed on this:  the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.  Ain't that the truth?

We plan to save some money and our car breaks down.  We plan to have a perfect 2.1 child family, and that little blue line shows up.  We plan our career after college and then find ourselves scratching our heads 20 years later and wondering how we ended up in this cubicle.

Then, there is the daily stuff:  we plan to eat that apple we brought for lunch, but then someone brings in donuts for the break room.  We plan to mow the lawn and do a load of laundry, but the game was on.

Sometimes, when our plans don't turn out well, we're thankful.  Standing in line at the grocery store means we miss getting caught in an accident.  Even though we only plan the 2.1 child family, we can't imagine life without #3. 

There is something about us humans, though, that is always a bit disconcerted when things don't go as planned.  It's unsettling.  We aren't in control like we imagined we were.  We want to hold the reins, steer the ship and organize the troops OUR way. 

And we can't.

And it's a darn good thing we can't.  Look at this:  For I know well the plans I have in mind for you, says the LORD, plans for your welfare, not for woe! plans to give you a future full of hope.  (Jer. 29:11)

Left to our own devices, we screw things up.  When we give ourselves over to God's plans for us, we do so much better.  That doesn't mean our lives will be perfect (this ain't Heaven, and if it we aren't in Heaven, it ain't gonna be perfect), but it does mean we will have hope, and that our welfare rests in far more capable hands than our own.  Our little "mice paws" can't possibly hold what God's hands hold for us.

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