I make plans. There, I said it. I plan to make plans. I love lists. I get a not-so-secret thrill from organization.
I spent my life planning and every plan looked ideal. The setting, the characters, the plot, perfect. But God decided His plans were better than mine.
In the fall of 1996, I found myself in the place I least expected, a college I swore I’d never attend, in a class I vowed never to take, staring into the eyes of a person I wasn’t ready to meet, and on the edge of a cliff overlooking the biggest mess I’d ever find myself in. And then, I fell in.
But it was in the midst of that mess, in a cloud of fear, doubt, frustration, pain, and tears that God was crafting something truly amazing.
Eighteen years later, that mess has been replaced by something wonderful. A Family. A Future. FAITH.
The road has been messy. It will continue to be messy. My home is a mess. My kids are a mess. My mind is a mess. My heart is a mess. And with each passing year my body becomes more and more of a mess.
But, by continually placing all those things in the hand of the most skillful Artist, those messes are destined to become the ultimate masterpiece.