Not My Will

After 2+ weeks in the hospital, this past week was my week to get back on track. I caught up on late orders from my Etsy store, did as much housework as I could tolerate, and soaked up time with my people. Life started to almost feel like our normal again. Then Friday came in like a wrecking ball.

I found myself sitting alone in the emergency room with a serious complication of my feeding tube that would require a painful procedure. All went well and I was home and tucked in by bedtime with the assumption that I would wake with this small speed bump behind me. Then came Saturday.

Saturday we had lofty plans. With the temperatures trying to point to autumn, the kids had been bitten by the pumpkin patch bug, anxious to take our annual family trek out to select the perfect pumpkin and sip apple cider on hay bales. Then we had penciled in a night at the rodeo, having already laid out our flannels and boots in eager anticipation. That is until I woke up.

The pain from the day before was tolerable, but every time I tried to stand I broke out in a sweat, my body shaking as nauseating waves of weakness forced me back down. Trying to be optimistic we eventually cancelled the first activity with the thought that if I rested most of the day I would be refreshed enough to still clamor out as a family to the rodeo.

It was not to be. I continued to struggle through the day, and at one point voiced my frustration to a friend. She was quick to remind me of a truth that reigns thickly throughout my days. It’s not just me that lives not knowing what I’m going to be able to do tomorrow; none of us are guaranteed the tomorrows of our best-laid plans.

So how do we reconcile with that? The only answer is that each day has to be an opening of our hands, prying our fingers off of our own wants and desires, and instead asking, “Lord, how can I best give you glory and honor today? This can only be done by keeping our eyes and hearts on Him. We may see our days don’t look like we imagined, but the gift of that is the joy we find when we are in full surrender to God’s will for us.

My weekend didn’t include the pumpkin patch or the rodeo, or any of the house projects I wanted to work on. What it was laced with was grace for each moment— the ability to cozy up in a comfy chair and watch a movie at the drive-in with my people. The strength to show up to church to help serve and then soak in the worship and the message that clearly spoke to the things I’m walking through right now. The weekend allowed me the time and awareness to walk through some difficult circumstances and conversations with some of my littles. It didn’t look at all like I had planned it, but it looked like exactly where God wanted me to be, and I was there for it.

Surrendering our days takes intention, and sometimes it might feel like disappointment, but when the end result is us doing what God most wants us to do, it brings an immense amount of joy and satisfaction as He blesses our coming and our going for the ways it honors Him.