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Day 23 Plans

Sometimes I don't know what to write. Sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing with my life.
I may have some hopes and dreams, but no detailed plan yet. Recently I've been taking one day at a time, which is odd because I used to be an intense planner. Don't get me wrong, I still love making plans, but I've become more "go with the flow."  I think I'm learning to pace myself and embrace God's timing. 

See, I believe that in order to love people well, we need to slow down.  If I'm living in the next moment, I usually rush by the people in front of me, I'm not very available, and I'm not fully engaged.  But if I take the time to see them and actually have a meaningful conversation, even if it's only 2 minutes, I think I can be a little more like Jesus. 

Spoiler alert-- I don't usually plan these posts ahead of time. And on days like today when I'm exhausted, I'm looking to the Holy Spirit for even just a word and hearing silence, so I'm putting my fingers to the keys and trusting he'll speak something in this rambling. That's the other thing about plans, I've learned that when I plan every detail out, God is usually thinking something different.  So while it is ok to plan and sometimes necessary, it's also valuable to practice letting go and listening to God's plan in each moment. 

The Holy Spirit loves to have conversations with us, but I often rush by him and give his voice a passing nod on my way to my own decisions.  But when I pause to listen to his voice, I'm more attentive to his people and his callings.  I look more like love because I'm available, open, vulnerable. 

So let's practice pausing.  Make your plans, but don't cling so tightly to them.  Listen to your Father because I promise, the story he's writing for you is so much better than any happily ever after you could ever write.  Let's look people in the eyes, smile more, and become more like Love.  I think it's a pretty good plan. 

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