“Sometimes our plans must fail so God’s plans for us may succeed.”
I’ve thought of this often over the years, and even with tears in my eyes and aches in my heart I’ve whispered it as I let go of the things I thought mattered most.
I’ve repeated it, knowing that His plans are always the best, and that His time is the only perfect time.
How often we may understand a little of His plan, only to rush His time, selfishly bringing pain and needless sorrows to others and ourselves at some point to mar the beauty of the good thing that He was doing.
I’ve held the promise of His plan, held it in my heart as I gather up the glimmerings of hope for tomorrow, and stored in my heart the gifts that He gives- these tiny blessings that bring joy and make my heart full of thankfulness.
And I thought of it again today as I looked into the face of my best friend, my husband. My heart’s best gift.
I never could have begun to imagine that the failure of my plans would mean the fulfillment of my dreams.
Tomorrow, next week, a month from now or a year… my plans may all fail again. It might hurt a little or a lot. But His plans are perfect plans. The only ones I want to succeed.