If you want to make God laugh...

My Godmother and a song have a line that says, “If you want to hear God laugh tell Him your plans.”  God has laughed at me a lot through the years. 

Following God’s will means leaving the big decisions of life up to Him.  It means rolling with the punches, listening to your gut, being surprised.  Many times it means accepting the unexpected.  What I do know about God’s little surprises is that as long as you have let God be in control, things will work out they way they are supposed to. 

In college I started out as an art major.  I wanted to go into graphic design.  I didn’t know it was an art major.  (Truthfully I had no idea what major it should be, but why would one need to know how to draw if they were going to be working at a computer all day?)  After attending my first design and drawing classes I thought I would die (and have no time to play).  Through a couple of stressed out weeks, countless calls to my mommy, and trips to my poor, overly patient advisors office I decided to stick with an art minor.  It was a great decision.  My life has been enhanced because of it, and this year I will become a part time high school art teacher.  The whole crazy art lady thing is some what scary, not going to lie.  But I can see God's hand in this madness and therefore I know it is for good reasons.   

If it weren’t for God’s sense of humor I wouldn’t have my daughter Mazee.  Well I might have had her but not 19 months after her brother.  Without giving you all the biological details, I can tell you without a doubt we were completely surprised when we found out we were pregnant with Mazee.  Deegan just turned one.  I was planning on moving from 5^th grade to kindergarten (which scared the bajeebuz out of me). And I was still trying to cope with being sleep deprived from a one year old who still wouldn’t sleep through the night.  How the heck would I handle two kids?  Oh and the house we lived in was a teeny, tiny little crappy cracker box.  Deegan slept in the once upon a time dining room.  I cried.  There was no room for another kid.  I thought maybe this was a nightmare.  But I realized there was a reason why God gave us Mazee when He did.  I don’t understand those reasons exactly, for I am only human, but I know my life is more amazing and wonderful for having her.  (Yes, now that she’s three there are days I’d trade her in J ) 

God has had his hand in all the good decisions I have made.  I have found that those decisions I have made without consulting or trusting Him have resulted in disaster and unhappiness.  Even when the initial decision or discovery is scary and crazy, if it is for Him then all will be okay.  God’s lessons to us are to remind us of who is in charge.