God laughs

Job cries out, "I'm convinced. You can do anything and everything. Nothing and no one can upset your plans."

Isn't it interesting how we plan things? We talk them through, we work on them, we even pray about them waiting for God's blessing on what we've thought of.

And God laughs.

Job cries out, "You asked, 'Who is this muddying the water,ignorantly confusing the issue, second-guessing my purposes?'I admit it. I was the one. I babbled on about things far beyond me, made small talk about wonders way over my head. You told me, 'Listen, and let me do the talking.
Let me ask the questions. You give the answers.'"

I plan our services as best can be planned. I write and edit and quilt sermons together and am mostly prepared each week. And then yesterday the truck goes kabloewie. Electrial system goes out as I'm on the way to the first church. Power steering no longer works. I'm almost in a ditch. After panicking because my plans have gone awry and my timing will now be off, I thought later, what if I hadn't gotten there? What if I hadn't been able to slowly turn the truck around and make it home? What on earth would the church have done.

And God laughed.

Job cries out, "I admit I once lived by rumors of you; now I have it all firsthand—from my own eyes and ears! I'm sorry—forgive me. I'll never do that again, I promise!"

Planning is something that can get us into more trouble than trouble. We need to allow for the Holy Spirit to be involved, give Him room to move.

I made it to church, both of them, and wonderful worship was had by most if not all. And in the end, as I pondered, it had nothing to do with me or my wonderful plans. It had everything to do with him.

God is good.

And he laughed.