I am a first born, type A, multi-tasking, get-it-done, planner.
In high school, I was never the girl who sat around and waited for someone else to determine our weekend plans. I made the phone calls, organized the events, baked the cookies, rallied the troops. I often meddled in everyone’s dating life too–deciding who should ask who to what formal so that everyone would have a date and no one would be left out. I still do a lot of
meddling planning at 30.
Sometimes my plans work out perfectly. But when they do not I can find myself very, very disappointed I like to believe that with enough planning, there will never be failure. What I’m learning is the fine balance of making plans without taking control.
There is nothing wrong with making plans as long as you know you’re the first mate, not the Captain.
I’ve set a lot of goals the next 12 months. I have spiritual goals, physical goals, food goals, writing goals, parenting goals, yada yada yada. I won’t share them, you’ll just get annoyed with me. Past years prove I won’t hit them all, but I will accomplish a lot which is the reason I continue to intentionally so many. Having a lot to chase keeps me disciplined.
But at the end of the year I’m not going to be disappointed in myself if they’re not all accomplished. I will only be disappointed if I haven’t yielded to God’s control over my life. That’s why this verse continues to encourage me:
She knew that many were the plans in her heart, but that God’s purpose would prevail. Proverbs 19:21
I can’t wait to see God’s purpose and plans unfold this year.