Everything was all set. Ken and I were going to cook dinner for our house guest on a Sunday evening. Simple. Easy. Casual. Just the three of us. Then three became seven. My husband asked if we could invite a good friend of us all, her husband, and daughter over to dinner as well. My first response: no. I couldn't wrap my head around having a dinner party for six. All the excuses for why I couldn't host six people were racing through my mind. But then I stopped myself and started figuring out how to make it happen.
My plan was perfect. I had it all worked out down to the days and hours that I would get stuff done. The only problem with my plan is it was just that ... MY PLAN. It wasn't HIS plan. At the start of the year, I had a renewed sense of direction. I knew what I wanted to accomplish with or through Discovering Me, and nothing was going to get in my way. The recalibrating was done, and my focus was clear. And yet, on March 14, 2017, I found myself saying, "Wait, that wasn't the plan!"
Sometimes when we discover the truth about who we are it hurts. I was bummed when I realized my obsession with the frayed chair was just a projection of my obsession with being accepted. But God is showing me the beauty of having frayed edges.