Lately, especially planning my wedding, I have grieved over the life I would have given myself if I were the one making the plans. (This happens when I’m feeling it all or approaching an important day.) In the life I would have given myself, my parents would be able to attend my wedding. That’s not the life that God planned for me, though. And my life is still beautiful and worth embracing for all it is. And, perhaps, all it’s not.
If I were making the plans, I would think they were great. Abundant. I probably wouldn’t have given myself this life, and unbeknownst to me, I would be so limited by my seemingly abundant plans.
I’m not the one whose plans reign prominent. Yes, it’s a good thing.
Because…
Maybe my parents were meant to have the best seat of all, and meant to be with me in ways that they couldn’t be if they were physically here.
And my mind is renewed and reminded of the truth.
His way is always best.
Persevering Paige 
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