This week was full of reminders that all our best laid plans can change. I wrote a menu out for the week, but someone stopped by unexpectedly and I couldn't get things together for dinner on Wednesday. Josh had a last minute event that took up two extra evenings, and I was left to pack and prepare for the weekend without him, so I couldn't make it to our Day of Prayer gathering like I had planned. Sadie spent the week crying about ear pain so I ended up driving her to and from doctors all morning and spent too much money and a wasted morning nap for the baby in a taxi. And these were just the things on the micro level.
Today, as I tried to keep five kids sane and pull together everything for the camping trip we leave for in the morning, I crawled onto my bed for a moment of quiet, and in a way, a consecration for the plans that lay ahead, plans I know could so easily change.
The moment of quiet, and consecration, brought out the words of Psalm 25
"All the ways of the Lord are steadfast love and faithfulness."
It's a bold statement. All the ways? But I wrote it down anyway. And I'm going to keep saying it and writing it and speaking it over every changed plan, every unknown piece of future, every frustrating circumstance, every disappointment, every good and perfect gift, every sane moment and small victory of faith.
And I want to turn towards all the people I stretch out my feeble arms towards, and remember that I speak or don't speak steadfast love and faithfulness through a million small things a day.
Tomorrow morning we are (supposed to) rise early with coffee and backpacks and head for the hills. There is rain in the forecast. But I'm still optimistic because nothing moves my blood like a trip into the mountains, with the promise of steadfast love and faithfulness.