Everything as planned?

Today started like most Saturdays with us getting ready for soul winning. The kids went with their Sunday School teachers and Jim and I were together. It was a nice time of talking and walking with each other. After that we did some work for the church: Jim ran to Ace, I did the monthly cleaning of the kitchen, Kyle helped dig up some rocks and roots in the back, and Beth, well she just played.

Everything was going normally, then one of the other boys that was working with Kyle told me he had some dust in his eye and needed me. Well, it wasn’t dust. I don’t know what it was, but it was something that neither Jim nor I could remove. We ended up taking him to the ER to get it checked. Basically he scratched his eye. We got some antibiotic drops and are giving him Ibuprofen for the pain. The doctor told us he is fine and should be healed in a few days.

After that we went back to the church to finish our stuff and headed home to get ready to go out. Jim got some tickets for chicken dinners for a firehouse fund-raiser. So we drove to Bonfield to the Salina Fire Department and had dinner there. It was a really good meal: ½ of a chicken (BBQ), a baked potato, applesauce, roll, and a big chocolate chip cookie. We are back at home now and I just finished cleaning up from making banana bread, made some sugar cookie dough, made Beth’s bed, and tossed my clothes in the dryer… I planned to do this all during the afternoon, but my plans got changed. As we were driving home tonight, we passed over I-80, and I just watched the many cars speed by in a different direction and at a higher rate of speed. I compared it to our road with no one but us, driving much slower, going in a different directions, and the road was not very well lit. There was nothing wrong with the way we were going and there was nothing wrong with the way they were going, it was just different. It made me think about how often we are on a “road” and are so desperately seeking a different “road”. Not that our “road” is bad, it is just not what we want at the time. And “our road” seemed perfectly fine before we “saw the other road”. All this just because my day didn’t go as I planned. Which got me to wonder…. How many times have I been on the “right road” that God orchestrated, and I so flippantly got off because I liked a different road?

Just something to think about the next time the day doesn’t go as planned….