So, in my last post I said, “Anytime I fall into sinful anger, it is because I have forgotten who is in control of life; my anger is typically the result of feeling as though my rights have been violated or my rule as queen of the Hickey kingdom has been subverted by one of my not so loyal subjects, AKA my children or husband. When I bring my mind back to the reality that any disruption in my plan was the plan of God, my sin becomes evident and I am left with the choice to continue in sinful rebellion or to TRUST in my loving heavenly Father who only has good things for me.” As I wrote these words I knew them to be true and believed them, but perhaps not at whole heartedly as I thought!
God gave me a chance on Monday to see just how much I believed what I wrote. I planned out my morning to the letter, we were going to go here and then there, and then be back in time for lunch and then naps. I was sure my plan would help me accomplish the things I strongly felt needed to get accomplished! As I was loading Luke, the youngest, in the car Matthew asked if he could peek in the laundry room and say goodbye to our kitten, I said sure. Next thing I knew Matthew was in the car getting buckled; I went to the door to open it only to find it locked! And my keys were in the house, and for at least a few moment I thought my phone was as well. I stood there for a moment in panic, and tried the door again, still a no go! In my head I could hear the words I had written the night before, “disruption in my plan was the plan of God!” I looked at Matthew and fussed for a moment, not a mean fuss, although I felt like being mean. I opened the front door to the car, and there lay my phone. I was able to call my mom to come help me out. As I waited for her, I just kept thinking about how important it was that I get the thing I had planned done. Why was God messing with my plan, it was a good plan! I sat in the front seat of my car, and thought to myself “you have a choice you can trust God and His plan or you can pout about the fact that your plan was messed up.”
My mom arrived short time later, but my perfectly planned out morning was not going to happen. So, I went grocery shopping, got the kids back in time for lunch and a nap, worked on some church business and emailed one of my professors. I had a question about my deadline to finish my last two classes of the Master’s program I am in, which I am not on track to finish, and the reason I needed my timeline to work out.
As I went about my day I kept thinking about how God causes all things, he was the cause of me getting locked out of the house, it was part of his plan. I knew he was up to something, but was really confounded as to what. I thought maybe I would run into someone at the grocery store that needed to talk or would just have an opportunity to bless someone, but alas I just didn’t see any purpose and wanted to so badly!
I was talking about what happened with one of my friends at bible study yesterday, and how I just kept waiting to see the purpose of having my day messed up. She said, “well did you ever figure it out?” I started to say no, but them I remembered the response I received form my professor after emailing back and forth the day before.
In one of his responses my professor asked if I thought I could make the deadline set by the school, or if I needed an extension. I eagerly said yes, that I would need an extension, a pretty significant one, I asked for three extra weeks. My sweet professor granted my request, and asked how if there was any thing he could pray for for me. I almost cried, extensions have not been routinely given without an extensive explanation, and he granted my request will very little explanation as to why I hadn’t been able to finish; not only that he cared enough to ask how he could pray. For the past several weeks, I have stayed up late, gotten up early, all to make a valiant attempt to finish so that I wouldn’t have to pay to retake the classes. I was panicked that morning, because I saw my hopes of finishing fade away with a little boy’s hand turning a lock. I will still have to work hard to finish, but I will not become a sleep deprived crazy lady in the process now. I’m not sure I would have seen God’s hand at work had my friend not asked, “well did you figure it out?” The things I was able to see were that God wanted me to trust in Him to provide the time to get done what needed to get done, He wanted me to have the humility to ask for help, and He provided an opportunity to let me see if I believed the words I wrote. There may be more to what He was doing than that, I suppose this side of heaven I will never know; I am blessed to get a glimpse of Him in action.
I am so thankful that God uses small things to show just how big He is; He is worthy of our trust, He is always at work in our lives, and it is always for our good!
I read the words by Spurgeon at the top of the post and knew I needed to share. I know it’s not profound, but it was an undeserved blessing from the Lord; He is certainly worthy of our praise!
I would love to hear how God has blessed you!