Mine have. Repeatedly since July 26th. At least from a medical standpoint.
I feel like that’s all we’ve been doing lately is waiting or readjusting our plans. Toby’s shunt isn’t working properly. Again. It’s not an emergency, but he needs a procedure to draw fluid out of his abdomen and then we have to wait for it to be tested. There’s been a lot of waiting around the decisions, scheduling, etc.

I don’t like it when plans aren’t firm and things are up in the air. I hate it when MY plans change. I don’t enjoy waiting.

I know you know what I mean. This entire year has been a time of waiting for all of us – a time when our plans have been turned upside down and then upside down again. We are all living by the seat of our pants. It’s hard to be still and not want to fix it, plan it, or tie all the loose ends up in a nice neat bow.

But, what is God saying in the waiting? What is He asking us to do when our plans go up in smoke?

I admit this is so difficult. He wants us to remember that He has the ultimate plan.

In times like this; it seems so much more difficult to trust.

These last several months we have felt the muck of the clay, the stuck feeling of being in the pit of indecision, unrest, unsettling. We all have felt like the rug has been pulled out from underneath us.

So, what do we do? I don’t have all the answers. I’m learning to give my burdens back to Him. To wait…(gulp) patiently. To pray. To trust and truly take this one day at a time. There’s a reason He said not to worry. Maybe these hard days, whether because of a virus or in our case, surgeries and more hospital stays are for us to move our gaze and our feet. To look to Him for everything. To have a footing that isn’t settled in the muck, clay, or in this world, but settled on Him, the ROCK of our salvation. For our faith to deepen, our roots to grow deeper still, just as they do in the desert.

On the other side, may we say:

How are you hanging in there today? Where is your gaze? Where are your feet? I’d love to hear from you.