If you know me, you know I had a plan. In my opinion, it was a good plan, as well, in regards to Christmas. My plan was steeped in tradition of the season - advent, time with family, exchanging gifts, Christmas concerts, attending Christmas Eve service and as a bonus, attend church on Christmas. It was a plan, but it was my plan and God had other plans for us.
It all started shortly before Thanksgiving when Chris was given a short notice deployment keeping him away on Christmas. Next, I came down with pneumonia and had a two day stay in the hospital getting home on Christmas Eve. Finally, with all that was going on, I wasn't able to attend church on Christmas Eve or Christmas day. As an alternative, I was going to live stream the Christmas day service. However, our internet ended up being down for a large portion of that day - no Christmas service.
When I write it out on paper, it definitely sounds like the Christmas that I will remember for all the wrong reasons. However, I've been trying to think of a better response when people ask me "how was your Christmas?" because honestly, it wasn't as nearly as bad as it sounds. Do I wish it would have looked differently - absolutely! Do I know God had a better plan for us - absolutely!
When I first think of our Christmas, I think that it could have been so much worse. You see there are people near and dear to us that have suffered far more greatly than us. There is a young father that we knew of at our last assignment that passed away just before Christmas after a long illness. There is another family that is near and dear to our hearts where the father has battled cancer for a large part of 2016. There are others that have been separated from their loved ones far longer than we've been apart on deployments. There are just so many more difficult situations.
I also think of what God has been teaching me. This has been a harder assignment for me because I just don't feel like I've found my niche here. I've been praying for contentment (although, there is nowhere in the Bible that says we should feel content where we live.). I feel like the blessings God gave me through this experience reminded me that we are a part of God's family here. I received three visits from ladies from our small group. I can't tell you how deeply they touched me by praying with me, just talking (although all I could offer was a whisper...), and small tokens of love. Even after I've been home, they've continued to love on our family with meals and even an outing for the kids. Add to that, a neighbor that rescued the kids from the hospital. My sister literally came in and took over when she had things to do with her own family. She made it a special time for the kids spoiling like a good Aunt can! My parents also came and helped me quite a bit as well. My heart is so deeply touched.
So yes, my plan wasn't bad, but it wasn't God's plan. It reminds me of a verse that I need to continue to remind myself as the clock turns to a new day and new year tonight full of God's unexpected plans.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Isaiah 55:8-9






