Our Plan vs. His

I am a planner.  A short and long term,  if-this-doesn't-go-a-certain-way-I-will-panic, planner.  It drives my husband nuts.  And it has started to make me a little (more) crazy, too.

For the entire (almost) six years we have been together, Devon has always worked, A LOT. He worked full-time, went to school full-time, AND had a part time job for 2 years.  Then once he graduated, he picked up another part-time job (both part-time jobs being a FF/Paramedic).  Our ultimate goal has been securing a full-time job that is able to support our living.  That search hasn't been easy and that search hasn't always resulted in our favor.

Early this year, it hit me like a brick wall.  The plan I had in my head was the single most thing that made this whole process even more frustrating than it needed to be.  It put one hundred times more pressure on Devon.  It took away so much joy. That plan, MY plan, has since become smaller and I loosened by grip.  I realized, we have always been able to make it work.  No matter the situation, no matter the circumstances, we always came out on top.

The plan we have is so insignificant to the big picture- to the plan He has for us.  Doors we never knew were there are opened; all it takes is a leap of faith and deciding to let go of the plan that you hold so tightly.  I am more relieved, more at peace, and happier with the acceptance of this.  An even bigger perk? So is my family. And so is God. 

Let Go- and Let God.