Plans and Dreams Crashing.

We all make plans, right? And most of the time, the small plans work. Sometimes, the big plans work, and sometimes they don't. In fact, I feel like most of the time, the big plans don't pan out the way I envisioned things.

Coming home after a semester of college, I sat on my floor and thought. I just sat, and I thought. I looked at the pictures of graduation scrolling across my screensaver and I went back to that blissful night in May. I still feel like I can remember the exact thoughts and plans I had. I could see the future ahead of me and it was bright and glorious. It was filled with lots of dates, and lots of close, new girlfriends. It was filled with lots of studying, and lots of good grades. It was filled with the moment of sitting on my floor back at home after the first semester and being absolutely content with life.

And yet, tonight, I sat, and I thought, and really, none of those things happened. Not a single one. How did that work out? Well, I can go back and point to a few things. But overall, it's just kinda... life.

Here's the funny thing about life and plans and dreams. They all crash together and end up in one huge mess on our lap. They 're not like airplanes. They don't listen to you when you're directing them from the tower. They don't even land in the right place most of the time. They just fly around, carrying all your precious things in them, and they don't care what you have to say. They don't care if you have a dream that needs to be fulfilled by Christmas because gosh darn, if that dream wants to arrive next christmas or even, well hey, NEVER, it's going to arrive then. If it decides to show up.

I have lots of dreams and plans. I think they're all currently crashing in the air, but somehow, God will be able to sort them all out and send me the ones I need and really want. And isn't that something to be grateful for? Eventually, everything will all just work out, because that's what happens in life- things work out.

Love always,
Ems