Changed plans

For a couple of weeks, it seemed that the Holy Spirit was preparing me to have my Christmas plans changed.  A phone call from my mom the other day did just that.  I should be about half way between Bend and Burns, Oregon right now.  That was the plan.  Then my mom got Corona.

I really see the wisdom in God's word which says when we plan, if the Lord wills, we will go and do this or that.  His will was that I not go.  He knew my mom was gonna get Corona.  So I made other plans, which include basically waiting to see what His plans for me are.

 I think God's plans are higher than mine so missing a Christmas with family is part of it.  I've missed Christmas before.  I was in a place in 1990 where Christmas was just another day of the week and there were absolutely ZERO celebrations, let alone mention of the Savior of the World.  

Having to stay at home isn't a hardship, and one never knows what exactly God is saving one from, nor for, when He divinely interrupts our lives.  The thing that leads me to believe the Holy Spirit was kind of letting me know to hold my holiday plans with an open hand.  He wouldn't tell me one way or the other that was going to happen, just that I needed to be prepared for whatever came.  My mom calling me and telling me Covid was a thing in her life wasn't among the things I think I was ready for.

I do know that saving me from that is a possibility.  I saw an interview on MSNBC today with the hospital administrator at McKay Dee in Ogden.  Covid is bad in O-town.  Covid must be bad bad in California because there are a lot of people with California license plates in Coos Bay these days.  Our case counts here are up and we have gone from zero to six fatalities in the county in the last month or so.  One could blame the weather except the temperatures here don't change all that much here in Coos County.  

I don't know what is happening in the places God is at work at that I can't see.  I do know, though, that He's very much at work and He's pretty serious about letting me know that He is at work where I cannot see.  If that has a part of me not going home for Christmas remains to be seen.  I hope so.  I am as sure as I can possibly be of the what.  The when I don't know.  And as for explaining any of it, I don't understand it, so how could you?  Sometimes it's best just to remind yourself that God is at work and He's at work in your lives as well as mine.  In places you can't see, doing things you might not expect.

So that's my story for Monday.  Not in Utah for Christmas is gonna be a reality.  And I'm OK with that.

  

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