Sometimes I wonder why I ever make plans at all.
I think that God delights in hijacking our plans. I wonder if he gathers the angels together when one of us comes up with a really clever plan of our own. I can picture it now...
"Hey angels, come over here and check this out. Ryan's got an idea over here. He's been working so hard at bringing it to life. It's so cute when he makes plans. Somebody take a picture, we'll put this one on the fridge next to the other ones."
Sometimes I forget that I'm not the savior. Sometimes I forget that God is so much more concerned with the man I am becoming than with anything else. Sometimes he needs to remind me that there's nothing predictable or mundane about following Jesus. Sometimes I think he really meant it when he said that he's got tomorrow under control.
Deep breath... and here we go.