Tangled Threads and Unrhymed Lines

Good Morning, Papa God,

Where is the plan I had so thoughtfully laid? The life so cleverly woven? The poem so masterfully written? The threads are in a tangle and the lines don’t rhyme. Will this plan, this life, this poem ever make sense? Papa God, I lay my life before You with all its tangled threads and unrhymed lines.  You, and only You, can give my life meaning and purpose.  I surrender the control of my life to You. You are the Master Weaver-untangle the threads of my life. You are the Poet Extraordinaire, and I am the poem.  Write the lines of my story. Make my lines rhyme.

Good morning, My Child!

Yes, I will write your story. You have had to learn to let go of your plans and what you think are My plans. Some of what you have thought were My plans for you are actually what I have wanted you to do. Some have not been. You have learned to be still so that could hear My voice and listen to it. I have rejoiced in the fact that you have let go of your plans and have embraced Mine. I will untangle the tangled threads of your life that have occurred because of your dogged effort to form a plan. I do know your entire story from the first page to the last.  I will ensure that all the lines rhyme and are fitted together as they should be.  I am your Papa God, and I work all things together for your good.

(Jer.29:11-13; Acts 7:58;8:1-3;9:1-9,15-16)