In the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee named Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was Joseph. Luke 1:26-27
Have you ever planned an elaborate dinner party only to have your guests cancel? Or spent days looking for housing after finding a fantastic job, only to have the job get taken by someone else. It’s SO disappointing when the best laid plans go awry.
After all, I’m a woman and women are generally planners. , we tend to be less of the go-with-the flow type. We plan births, meals, and wardrobes with great attention to detail. We research and analyze our tasks – with lists. With that in mind, how could anyone not have compassion for Mary? The girl was planning a marriage.
Maybe she was deciding what entree to serve and arranging seating to make sure Aunt Bertha didn’t sit too close to the wine table, or maybe she was writing “Mary loves Joseph” in the dirt with a stick. Scripture makes it clear that when Gabriel showed up Mary was a betrothed woman. She surely had some things planned, and those plans did NOT include giving birth to the Son of God.
We’ve all had times when our plans didn’t work out. Perhaps we thought we would be married and have children, yet our Facebook status still reads “single.” Or we imagine ourselves enjoying a job on a coastal island spending spare time hiking and kayaking, but instead we find ourselves in the desert.
We thought we would be doing something else, be someone else. BUT GOD had other plans. Sometimes I make the mistake to compare my plans with God’s plan. I like to write them out on paper listing them side-by-side and weight the pros and cons of each. Every single times my realization is the same as Mary’s when the angel crashed her wedding plans, “Let it be to me according to your Word.”
We all like to think we have everything planned. Family life. Summer reunions. Christmas holidays. Finances. Career path. I pray we always leave room in our plans for His providence. I’ll have to see Ketchikan another time.