Life has been an interesting journey for me. I have made plans only to have nothing turn out like I thought it would. However, I keep planning things anyway. You would think that I would stop trying to figure out how my life is going to go.
Then last night this thought popped into my head as I was trying to go to sleep. "What if I was made to plan and organize things? What if this is how God made me?" The wheels continued to spin and process this line of thought. God is a planner, very much so in fact. From the very beginning in the Garden of Eden, He was planning. He knew that we would need redemption. He began to put into place the plan for our redemption. Another thing He loves is order and structure. He is very specific with His details. Have you ever read the instructions on how He wanted the Temple built or how sacrifices were to be done? Extremely detailed. He is the only One I know who likes plans and details more than I do. :)
So maybe, just maybe, these aspects of myself aren't so bad after all. I like to try to plan ahead so I can be prepared for the road in front of me. I love details. I enjoy knowing the who, what, when and where of things. I feel lost with that information. I do realize that I can't control everything, and even with the best plans things still might not turn out how I wish.
Thinking that this side of myself might be one of the many aspects of my God is kind of cool. It brings a smile to my face. After all, I am made in His image. So it shouldn't be surprising that I would try to imitate Him. Don't most children try to imitate their parents or those around them? I'm His child and I want to desperately be like Him.
I do realize that I can't control all aspects of my life. There are times I need to let go of the reigns and let Him lead me. This desire to plan ahead can be good and bad. I must remember to keep myself in check and submit to His will first and foremost. I'm learning it is okay to plan ahead as long as I check with God first, seeing as He knows me better than I know myself.
