I did not complete the January project as planned. No real surprise there. How many plans actually go forward perfectly without a hitch?
So, now what? Should I continue with the idea? Should I back up and regroup? Should I dump the plan?
I don’t know, yet. I don’t want to think of it right now. Perhaps that is my answer. Nothing right now. Just let it go for a couple of days. Saturday has great potential as a day to think about things. I will have time to ponder over what I am going to do next.
I will have time to figure out “what now”. I am a little frustrated because I want to be doing something else. I just don’t know what the “else” is supposed to be.
If the weather permits, time outside in the sun would be a great help. I need time to look at the trees making patterns against the sky. I reviewed my personal photos. I surely love trees.
My “now what?” is to stop and look around. Look up. Keep looking up.
I have one more week to complete my January plan to finish it or forget it. I need to make a good push the next couple of evenings. I need to make sure I haven’t missed anything that I wanted to get resolved. It is unlikely I will get everything done as intended.
Those big frames are still causing a roadblock. I haven’t done the project I planned. It was actually about the third plan for one of three. I like the idea of the project. But, I don’t want that hanging on my wall. What was I thinking? Back to square one.
If I do what I promised myself, the frames have to leave on February 1. This late in the evening with the week I have had, I don’t know what the outcome will be regarding this matter.
Monday, I went in to the 9-5 in tears. We have an upcoming audit and I was certain a critical portion of documentation was missing. He knew of my dilemma and prayed all morning for me. That afternoon, I found the documentation in my file right where I would have looked had I not been so certain I didn’t have it. Not only was the paperwork there, it was complete. That is the power of a praying man. That is the mercy of a loving Father.
This evening, while riding home from church, I told him he has a red phone directly to Him. It’s one of those that doesn’t even have a dial. He just picks up and it rings in Heaven and He answers. He told me I have the same. I told him no. I have to dial my phone. Someday, perhaps I will have faith as large as his. Meanwhile, I am very grateful and blessed because of his direct red phone connection to Him.