Skip to main content

My Terms

Did you ever make a list of qualities your future spouse had to have in order for you to marry him? I never actually wrote out a list, but I had one. I had my whole life planned out at 18. I was going to get married at 21 years old. Have my first child at 24. I would have a boy and a girl. I would teach for a little while and then move to the district office and write curriculum. We would live in Southern California by family and friends. I had terms. And God didn't listen.

Have you ever stepped into something and said, "Nope. This does not fit my terms so it must not be for me." We give our God our list of terms and tell him to sign on the dotted line. No room for his plan here. His plan is my plan. I mean, it placed those desires in my heart right (Psalm 37:4)?

'For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'
Jeremiah 29:11

We like to know God has a plan for our life. It brings us peace in the unknown. We get confused though. We know he has a plan but when that plan does not fit our terms, we assume its not for us and its not from him.

It's time we crumble up our lists of demands and throw it in the trash; set it on fire.

Does he have a plan for each and everyone of us? Absolutely. Does he place desires in our hearts? Sure. Does the plan always work out according to our list of qualifications? Almost never.

I did get married but had to go through some challenging junk with my husband before walking down the aisle. At 24. I did have kids: three boys. I didn't start having them until I was 28. I taught for a little bit but never made it to the district office. I also didn't stay in California. And you know what? I absolutely hands-down know he orchestrated it all. Every single step.

I fought him hard on so much. I made the journey so much more difficult than it needed to me all because he didn't meet my terms. I have learned that it's okay to have lists, but you have to be flexible. We have to let life play out. We are so tight-fisted holding onto to that list of terms that we miss God. We miss his story for our lives making the journey tough to get through.

God doesn't play on our terms. He doesn't follow our rules. Life isn't full in that space. It's boxed in and loses its luster. Life happens in the space outside the lines; outside our terms. Let go a little bit and trust that he actually does have your best interest at heart. He knows you and what you need better than you know yourself. He was the one who created you. Trust him to write your story. Let go. Set them on fire if you need to. Throw the terms away. It's time to start living.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Holy Holy

I can't stop singing, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty." Scott and I went to the "big" ultrasound today where we tested to see if our baby had Down's, one of the Trisomy disorders, or any neural tube defects. I must admit the palms were a little sweaty and the heart was racing a bit. As surreal as this pregnancy is, I don't want anything to be wrong with this precious life inside of me. Well, holy is right. The Lord is not just good; He is awesome! Our little baby instantly began moving and grooving for us showing off fingers and toes and a great heart beat! Even though I am on my third, watching the miracle of life on that screen NEVER gets old! It truly blows my mind every time I get to see our precious angels developing inside of me! The scan came out wonderfully. We got all positives on all the scans the doctor (who was absolutely INCREDIBLE) could do. Now we just wait for some blood work to confirm that everything is okay with our little boy. ...

The Cup

I walked into the kitchen and spotted a blue solo cup on the counter. The following conversation played out in my head: "Whose cup is this? Which kid took out yet another cup? Didn't I ask them to stop getting a new cup every time they needed a drink? What is wrong with these people? They obviously don't ever listen to me." In the midst of my frustration, I realized the cup was mine. Oopsies. Good thing I didn't speak those words aloud. I went on with my life and my to-do list leaving MY cup right where I found it. I am the grown-up and can leave my cup where ever my grown-up heart desires. I came back into the kitchen a little while later and saw the cup again. I completely forgot the cup was mine so I rehashed the above conversation in my head. I was baffled by who left that cup on the counter. And then I remembered it was me. Again. Y'all, I did this two more times throughout the night. It was like Groundhog's Day but I was the only one celebrat...

Baby on the Floor

Yesterday I was putting a couple of things in the closet for the baby of what is going to be the nursery. Jackson was helping me and asked me where the baby was going to live. I told him where and he was excited since the room is next to his. Later that night Scott and I asked him where the baby was going to sleep and he responded by telling us that the baby was going to sleep in his room. When I asked him where in his room he told me, "on the floor." Scott antagonized him telling him that the baby would not sleep in his room but in the nursery. Jackson got mad at him and yelled over and over again that the baby was sleeping in his room on the floor. Oh my...it starts already!