It's A Date, No, It's Not

I bet God is trying to tell me something.

Again.

I'm a slow learner.

This time, it's about flexibility or maybe it's the same old thing about control.

You know this lesson. The one where God reminds you over and over that He's in control and you just long to be in control.

It's been a week of changing dates and times. None of it is even a big deal, but it's still irritating.

Sometimes I just get a little put out with the county and all it's ways.

Between case workers and therapy and such they are making appointments with me and then calling to change them.

I understand. I really do. They have things that come up and need to be flexible in their schedules, so in turn I need to be flexible too, but sometimes it just is a pain.

I check out the calendar at night before I go to bed. I try to be ready for the day ahead and then bam, it all changes. In just a matter of minutes I can go from a day with no visits and no appointments to a full schedule and then back to nothing again.

That seems to be the nature of this thing.

Over all, I really am okay with it all. I'm a pretty laid back flexible sort of gal, but every once in a while, I'd like to know that I can start and finish something without a change in the plans.

Ah well, as long as you keep going one foot in front of the other I guess it doesn't matter.