Plans

I spent yesterday morning introducing my pinging scattered brainwaves to my dear friend Missy. God led this family to us (me, New Hope and I'm fairly certain pretty much every other life they touch).

I love their lively nature. Whenever you have a house filled with 4 kids it's pretty much a given that there's activity going on. The home is filled with joy and laughter. It's also filled with teen girl homones (which is necessary for us females to survive) and little boys antics (which is necessary for adults to have laughter). Dave and I miss that - well at least the antics because I still give out plenty of the screeching hormones.

Anyway, I came across this quote today:

“I cried, and cried some more. I told God that I was weary of trying. And, God told me to quit trying. It doesn't sound like a revelation, but it feels like a revelation. Because I got it on a deeper level. I'm going to quit trying. When I forget, I'm going to remind myself. I'm going to do what I want to do; and I'm going to quit trying to do the rest. It's not the doing that's exhausting; it's the trying. The doing is exhilarating!” - Jan Denise

I think Jan left out the planning part because I'm fairly certain planning is part of doing. I think planning must be first cousin once removed from doing. It's one of those things you have to do when a project needs to be done well. I love the doing and hate the planning.

That brought me to Missy. Okay - the Lord brought me to Missy for this specific purpose. I, in my pinging scattered thinking process, have trouble focusing. I'm certain the government secretly encoded some sort of device in my brain and discovered Adult Attention Deficit Disorder. I'm their poster child. There is so much on the horizon for Child 2 Child & Niara this Christmas that simply has to be planned. It's important because God's work has to be done well or else I'm not answering for it. Umm, I mean because Scripture says so. I felt a shove to ask Missy to help me with the planning. Most people would call it a "moving of the Holy Spirit" but I'm going to call it as I see it. He shoves me, probably because I'm both hard headed and easily distracted.

When I told Missy what I needed she laughed at me, saying she had no organization skills at all. God proved her wrong yesterday. It went awesomely. A plan is in gear and lots of stuff is about to happen so these girls in Child 2 Child and Niara can once more make a difference to a hungry child, an orphan...to the least of these.

Now, I have to make myself stop and email all the adults who so willingly help out with the girls "doing" each Wednesday night. Focus, Bunny! Focus!