Today, nothing goes according to plan. With a school closure and all my dreams for solitary writing dashed, I prepare for the exact opposite: boisterous little girls and a whole day of activity. My quiet, uninterrupted day becomes loud, busy, and very messy.
My day is not my own. When God changes the plan, I’m learning to go with it.
Besides, I know that one day I’ll give anything to have a house full of little girls who need a mom to stir brownie mix, attend to crafts, make lunches, and supervise makeovers. On this day, what was supposed to happen did happen.
Solitude can wait; there’s a dance party to join in my basement.
Did this day go according to your plans?