Plans.  I love making them.   Each day before I get up I try to make a mental outline of what I will be doing that day.  Perhaps this is just the illusion of control I appear to have over my life that I really like. It just that I can get such a rush from accomplishing the many things on my to do list.  However, I also must confess - I do not adjust that well when my plans are thwarted.  Sometimes I actually see it as a personal attack on all that is good in my world. 

Yesterday was such a day.  I had planned to clean the house, get some writing done, and even attack some of those ongoing project I have.  Alas, it did not end up as so.  Instead my day was filled with sick children, sick animals, and a house that was more of a wreck than when it started.  But then God got my attention, and I was able to catch the sweetness of our daughters smiling at one another.  And the tenderness of our arthritic dog lying next to our five year old watching a movie. 

So maybe foiled plans are also respites that God gives us to help us see things that we normally would not see in the busyness of the day.  What do you think?