I lay in bed in the darkness, listening to my husband pray.
It’s been a week.
But tomorrow, tomorrow looks promising.
I have a well thought out plan of how it will go~
New Year’s resolutions I want to start on.
Organizing my home. Getting on the treadmill.
But most important, spending time with God.
Writing my blog post.
Surely He will bless me.
My blog is for Him after all.
My words of hope. Words of encouragement.
But then tomorrow comes.
Notifications screaming at me to be acknowledged. Writers block. Cold coffee. Interruptions.
Phone calls, texts and seemingly wasted hours.
And I get frustrated. I get irritated.
Not one prayer uttered and not one word written for my blog.
This wasn’t supposed to be my tomorrow.
I often find it easy to preach this idea of “divine interruptions” to my adult children~those moments when you have a well thought out plan. A course of action. Limited time. Goals to achieve. A project to start or finish.
someone bumps into those plans and your entire day is rerouted.
When my children get frustrated with moments like this, I remind them that it’s all God. He knew exactly what was going to happen. He knew exactly who was going to bump into those plans and change the whole course of the day. Moments like these are divine interruptions and we shouldn’t be upset with them.
But when it happens to me?
It’s not divine.
It’s difficult. It’s displeasing. It’s depressing.
It’s “drive me crazy” interruptions.
Because~ isn’t my scenario different?
I’m doing God’s work.
But I’m not.
When I get in those moods, it’s all about me.
I’m doing Charisse’s work.
I argue with myself that I’m justified in my irritation, because I’m looking for those perfect words to write and that perfect story to tell. I’m looking for something to encourage people and give them hope.
God’s hope for His people.
The whole goal of Holding Hope.
And that’s when it hits me. People.
People ARE God’s work.
Why did Jesus come? For people.
To seek and to save those who are lost.
People are the plan. Whether that’s your husband, your children, your parents, your neighbors~or even a complete stranger.
All that other stuff comes second.
If I never write another word because my life is interrupted with people and my moments are made up in ministering to others, then that is all God. That’s His plan.
I’m not saying that having goals or making plans is wrong. It’s not. But putting your plans and your projects before your people is wrong. Jesus didn’t die on the cross so that we could achieve those New Year’s resolutions. He didn’t die so that we could get into better shape or organize our homes or get that promotion at work.
He didn’t even die on the cross so that I could write an amazing blog post for Holding Hope.
He died for people.
His amazing, unending, grace filled love of people.
And so, my New Year’s resolutions will look a little different this year. I will look for God in every interruption. He knows exactly what’s going to happen as each new day unfolds. He knows exactly who needs to cross my path and who’s path I need to cross. He knows exactly who needs to bump into my plans.
His plan is the plan I want to be a part of. God’s project. His divine interruptions. There will always be projects to accomplish and plans to achieve, but there is not one moment in time that is wasted when that moment is given to people.
We do not know what tomorrow holds~
but God does.
In His sovereign, omnipotent love He interrupts our days, because of that knowledge.
Resolve to remember that God’s plans are so much better than ours. Our people may not be with us tomorrow~
So please remember that when they bump into your plans today.