Best Laid Plans

There may have been a reason that Christa and I had been dreading her trip to Maniwaki on Saturday. The bus trek did not go as planned--to say the least. Christa found herself alone in an Ottawa bus terminal with no connecting transport to Maniwaki that afternoon. [Enter your favorite theme music for rescuing innocent girls.] In rode Jacques Cote on his trusty stead--to the rescue of our fair maiden in distress. He drove her home to his wife, dear Barb, where Christa shared father's day dinner with Barb's dad. Then on Sunday Christa got a preview of Shanliwood Baptist's wonderful people, with whom she will spend a week in late July. I suspect she would have gladly suffered four hours alone in an Ottawa bus station to spend Saturday night and Sunday with the Cotes. We just do not know the trade-off that awaits when we sit obediently. The palm of God's hand in the center of His will is always, without exception, the safest place to be. Sometimes there are sharks (or nameless homeless men) swarming around us. We are still safe. Sometimes our parents cannot bear the cracks in our brave facade, yet the Father is still sovereign and has the situation in His complete and utter control. Even when it looks like our best laid plans are a nightmare of confusion, He has provided a way of escape and a green pasture on which we can rest. The lights we can see are His safe passageway rather than an in-coming train (or bus)!