A plant in His garden,
A stroke of His pen,
A thread in His tapestry —
I’m part of God’s plan.
A brushstroke on canvas,
A raindrop in storm,
A beam in a building —
I’m part of God’s plan.
A link in a long chain,
A fiber in rope,
A prayer among many prayers —
I’m part of God’s plan.
Beams in His building,
Strokes of His pen,
Flowers in His garden —
We’re part of God’s plan.
Life is not about me. It’s about God’s plan and my part in it. I may not understand God’s plan, I may be dimly aware of it, but I need to trust in it, or more precisely, to trust in the One who has a plan for me. And not only for me, but for every person on this planet.
Lord, may I be in harmony with your plan.
He didn’t show up for the appointment
With my husband and me.
The lights were out,
But the door slightly ajar,
Though the latch was locked.
I thought surely
Either he or his wife
Were in serious trouble,
Perhaps dead.
I thought the worst.
Would there be a funeral?
Would we be notified?
I prayed.
What did it mean to me
If he were gone, or his wife?
The phone rang some time later —
“Sorry, I took some medicine
For a bad cold
And just woke up.
Please forgive me.”
I was so SURE that
Someone had died.
It just shows
That intuition
Can be terribly wrong.
I need to get a life.
There’s a narrow view of the sky
Between the curtains.
The clouds are drifting by,
Ever so slowly.
These puffy pillows,
These dusty denizens of the sky,
Move calmly and gracefully.
How was I allowed this privilege
To see a reflection
Of God’s glory?
I had my head down for so long,
It takes training for me to lift it up.
My focus is off; My heart’s eyes myopic.
Learning from God is my only cure.
“For the joy set before him he endured,”
“He considered the fact that God is able,”
“Our light and momentary troubles,”
“Our slight afflictions,”
“The sufferings of this present time,”
“Not worth comparing with the glory.”
I don’t know how abuse, torture, rape, crucifixion,
Ridicule, mockery, calumny,
Beatings, shipwrecks, imprisonments and more,
Suffered by some,
Can be called “slight –”
But the glory, the joy, of heaven,
Must be far greater than anyone can imagine.
clarakatalin 
Gifts and Talents
If I don’t have a realistic view of my gifts and talents, I won’t be able to develop them appropriately, and will fall short of the best I could be. Perhaps I will have missed God’s best plan for me.
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