Well that didn’t go as planned. By “that” I mean the whole weekend. First there was the ice storm that fizzled and turned into no big deal. In retrospect, we probably could have had worship services. I awoke before 5am to check the roads. Things were just beginning. The weather people were still saying that we were going to get 1/4” of ice. That left a decision: go ahead and cancel services at the risk of not getting the severe ice or head to church and be out in the heaviest of the storm. I tend to be one that errs on the side of caution.
All was ok if we could cap the weekend with a big playoff win from our hometown Chiefs. Remember when I said things didn’t go as planned? Nope, the Chiefs came up short. They had a great season, but losing in the playoffs is disappointing. The Super Bowl drought in Kansas City continues.
I’m sure you know the song lyric “Momma said there’d be days like this…” (You just sang that, didn’t you?) It’s true. there are times that just don’t go according to plan, regularly. This is particularly frustrating for people like me. I like the plan. But there is something that I have learned: allow some breathing room in your plans. Its in that breathing room that some amazing things can happen. I would also argue that it is in that breathing room that we are more likely to encounter the presence of God. There is a saying, “If you want to make God laugh, just tell him your plan.” Isn’t that the truth?