Have you ever had one of those days where you had everything all planned out… you knew where you would be when, what you would be doing, and just how very much you would get accomplished? And then… Then… Then… your plans changed…

I suppose we have all had days like that. I know that I have had days like that; in fact, today was such a day. I worked for an ambulance service last night, got of at 8 O’Clock, and went strait to the bank only to sit in line for 1/2 an hour. I quickly got fuel at a service station, drove home, picked up my wife and a few other things and headed over to the shop (I had planned to be there by 9…) where I met my good friend and pastor at his mother’s house (she lives next door).  Brother Lawrence had called me and told me that she was not feeling well and asked if I could stop by. At this point in my story I think it behooves me to become a little cautious about the details I disclose (there are laws, known affectionately as HIPPA that govern the spread of a patient’s health information) but the main point is that she ended up going to  a local hospital and eventually on to a larger hospital for further testing and treatment. In any case, I spent the next several hours with my friend and ended up getting to the shop at 1 O’Clock this afternoon. Not quite what I had planned…

The way I see it when we are faced with situations like this we have two choices: 1) we can complain and pity ourselves or 2) we can rejoice in the sovereignty of God and that He is in control. Part of this is understanding that God had both our good and His glory in mind with everything He allows into our lives. I choose to rejoice in His goodness. I am also thankful for opportunities to support others when they are going through difficult times.

So yes, my day was different than what I had planned, but it was a good day.