When Plans Change

Saturday September 10, 2016

I like to think of myself as being flexible. The go with the flow kind of person. The kind of person who isn't upset or worried by a simple change of plans. 

And somedays, I am this person. 

But somedays I am not. 

Yesterday as I began to think about the beginning of my next walk, to wonder about supplies etc it occurred to me that I still couldn't put my hiking boots back on. My feet were too swollen and beat up. This is is bit of a problem if you're about to undertake at 60mile hike. 

So I hemmed and hawed and prayed. And decided to cancel the second walk and instead stay a few days in a couple different towns. 

This was not an easy decision to make. I was frustrated and felt guilty. Which was more than a little ridiculous. 

But I had plans!!

So today as I arrived in the village I would be spending three whole nights in a row in, I was surprised when I mostly felt relief. 

Life, vacations, faith, are rarely as simple as we'd like. And rarely go completely as planned. How do we react when we have to change plans? When the best laid plans simply don't work out? So we rejoice in what we find? Or simply wish we had what we fear we are missing? 

Drumnadrochit is a charming, if small, village and I'm looking forward to exploring it, some of the surrounding walking trails, and spending some time at the loch.  

 

It may not have been what I had originally planned, but it seems God is reminding me that my plans aren't usually the best ones anyway. Something good is in store.