I drove past a little "back woods" church the other day. (I say back woods because it seriously is in the back of a woods) There was a sign out front that said, "Write your life plans in pencil and hand God the eraser." I don't know why, but that sign has stuck with me for the past few days. The saying is one that I believe to be so true.
I was a person who had to plan everything, everything down to the last microscopic detail. When something didn't go as planned I had to redo it until it was perfect. This theory of mine was applied to everything in my life. My schooling, my career, my home.... it was even applied to the creation of my family.
But if I sit here now and think about my past 31 years - the good, the bad, and everything in between; I find myself left with a piece of paper that is covered with only eraser marks. Is this bad? I thought so. I then realized that although none of my plans worked out the way I wanted them to, they had worked out. Isn't that all that matters?
So, as I sit here and ponder what could happen since I am laid off and my severance is nearing an end, I am taken back to that blank piece of paper with the eraser marks. I am reminded that I can create the plan but in the end the only thing on the paper will be eraser marks and I am okay with that!