03/25/2026
I was intentionally so careful feeding my starter this morning because I wasn’t in the mood to clean the countertop again.
I decided to take the situation so seriously, I even used the scale instead of eye-balling, carefully procuring perfect measurements down to the last gram.
I measured and dumped so carefully as not to drop any flour or spill any water.
Poured both ingredients gently to keep the jars clean for mixing.
Immediately rinsed my utensils and washed my hands to keep from tracking any sticky across the counter.
I made virtually no mess.
And then I accidentally knocked the jar over before I stirred, so the unmixed water and loose flour spilled out and onto the counter… ruining my clean countertop and undoing my perfect measurements.
I made a whole plan, carried it out, and it still outright failed there at the end. I did everything right to keep from making a mess but still couldn’t control the outcome.
MY plan failed.
I couldn’t CONTROL the outcome.
So now with loose flour and water on the countertop and a messy jar that won’t be staying clean now, I’m thinking, “okay Lord… what do you got?”
Although slightly annoyed at what just happened, I couldn’t help but immediately think of this verse:
“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.” (Pr 19:21)
And just like that, I’m reminded that MY plans are happily inferior to His plans.
I’m not meant to control every situation.
I’m not meant to have control.
I’m meant to let go and give it all to Him.
And then I’m reminded that no matter what I want to happen in any situation, God’s way will be standing tall at the end, and I can’t help but stop myself—in my worry, in my attempts to control and fix everything—and rest in the peace He provides while He does the heavy lifting.
So then I’m smiling, cleaning up flour and water, and thanking Him for the messes on my countertop.
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