sometimes

I used to say we make plans, and God laughs. Now I know that that isn't true, but I am not sure what is (in regards to our planning). I planned a relaxing day on Monday (in fact I had fun making lemon cupcakes with my girls. I planned TONS of errands on Tuesday, and my daughters were wonderful! Wednesday I planned to go to WOW (Women of Wisdom) to start a new study on the Sermon of the Mount (and for the girls to see their friend, Ms. Donna, who they have been asking about for weeks); instead I spent the day taking 5 minute trips to hold back Haylee's hair and to watch the color from her face as her bottom joined the fun. Thursday I planned to go to MOPS (mothers of preschoolers) to apply to become a Discussion Group Leader and get tickets to the Summer Movie Fun program here. Instead, Rylee and I played while Haylee slept and threw up and watched as she got weaker and her bottom continued to join the fun. Friday I planned a quiet day at home to get some of the laundry that had piled up, folded and put away. I also hoped for a fun trip to the library for Music and Movement. Instead, I sat in the ER with Haylee. Saturday I planned to go to an herb gardening "class" at Watters Nursery with my mom and then out to lunch. Instead I awoke to a sick husband, a slightly better Haylee, and a Rylee with energy to spare.

I know that my whole week wasn't a wash, and yet this morning I awake and my spirit is crushed all because my plans had changed. I now find myself grateful for parents who have taken Rylee shopping (her favorite thing to do) so that I can do some things while my sickies rest (like write this blog). I am also grateful that neither Rylee nor myself are sick. . And I am grateful to have plenty of orders to keep myself and Rylee (in her pretend kitchen) busy this week.

I know we plan. I know God plans. And I know God can help me see His plan too. So I am praying so.

My spirit is tired, my flesh is weak, but my mind still praises God.