Hindsight is 20/20, right?
There were lots of reasons for it, but my husband and I were really intentional in planning for this year. Just the sound of it seemed big, didn’t it? 2020. Like some kind of themed television show, this year was going to be epic.
No one could have prepared us for just how epic it was going to be.
2020 was going to be a monumental year for us. A year of change, adventure, transformation, and dreams coming true. Dreams like launching my first book, beginning a ministry in Rwanda, moving from our beloved ranch and yes, traveling the blessed United States of America in a motorhome.
If it was going to be this big of year, we needed some serious plans. So, we took the first few days of January and started mapping it out. Literally. I dug out maps I had saved for years in files hoping one day they would come in handy, or at least wall-paper our walls. So far, they’ve done neither so I was thrilled to pull those suckers out.
We penciled goals in journals, we looked at RVs, and plane tickets to Rwanda for our family of 7. We started a vision board. We even pawned off our five children to some friends so we could have 36 hours of delicious kid-free prayer, planning, dreaming and vision-board pinning. We devoted some significant time and mental energy into “planning” for 2020 like we had never done before.
It’s funny now, isn’t it? Because two and a half months into this thing, everything changed. Our kids were sent home from school on a sunny Friday in March and they have never returned.
With the onset of the novel Coronavirus, we’re suddenly homeschooling much earlier than we planned. Within a few short weeks, I went from leisurely trips to Target to waiting in a line to go grocery shopping and wearing a bandana on my face. Date nights are the stuff of fairy tales and we can’t find toilet paper anywhere.
What. In. The. World.
My husband’s business coaching contract that has supplied the majority of our income has been suspended. The economy is tanking by the day, and we’ve got a house on the market and a Class-C motorhome in our gravel driveway. And nobody knows anything.
This was not part of our precious 2020 plan.
No, in our plan, 2020 was going to be a year of travel and exploring. Adventure was calling. We heard it. Traversing the United States of America, taking the family to Rwanda, maybe even a stop-over in Europe. So, two short months ago we answered the call from Adventure and bought a motorhome. A home on wheels. A mobile home. Part of the carefully thought-over, talked-about, prayed-over plan. And now, we’re on lock down. Across America.
It would seem Adventure is telling us to sit back down. It’s gonna be a while. That ten-year-old adventure to Hawaii, that dream of seeing Yellowstone, that trip to Rwanda? Hold up. Wait a minute–or a month. Or maybe a year. No one knows. Yes, adventure it would seem, is on hold.
Or is it?
God, in His infinite mercy, has been opening my eyes to the fact that maybe, just maybe, this was the adventure God had in mind for us all along. An adventure that looks very different from the one we were imagining in January, but is by no means any less adventurous.
Maybe He’s calling us on an adventure without roaming. An adventure in staying. An adventure in trusting and believing He’s still good, even when everything looks dark or blurry, or bleak and confusing.
Maybe part of this grand adventure in 2020 is figuring out how to launch a book and sell a ranch in the middle of a pandemic, or what to do with a 31-foot motorhome sitting in our driveway.
Just this week we’ve started using the RV as a mobile office/homeschooling classroom. I’m writing from it right now. Who knows, maybe God has other purposes for it as well. Meals on wheels, anyone? As long as you like mac ‘n cheese and hot dogs we’re good. (My friends, I like a clean house and I’m now teaching school to three children so there is only so much I can do well).
The ministry in Rwanda is continuing, praise God, even if at a slower pace that we thought. Maybe we will sell our house this year and take a trip around the country. Who knows. Maybe that kind of adventure is still out there. But I have to get comfortable with the fact that it might not be.
Because right now, we are definitely on an adventure in being uncomfortable, and I am learning God cares more about the adventure our hearts go on than our bodies.
Yes, maybe there are still a lot of things we don’t yet know about 2020 and what it is going to look like. But one thing is for certain: God does.
As our plans have been caught in the air like a bird in a clothesline, this verse has come to mind often:
“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.” Proverbs 19:21 NIV.
Oh boy were there “many plans.” And they were good ones, if I do say so myself. Plans we had even placed before the Lord. But plans are plans only, and they change, as we have all been keenly made aware of.
And while I’ve been struggling to understand all of this, God sent me another verse:
“The LORD directs our steps, so why try to understand everything along the way?” Proverbs 20:24.
Thank you Solomon. You are wise.
Sometimes I get so caught up in my own little world that I forget that the LORD, the Creator and Author of life, is the One who is truly behind it all.
And if He is the one directing our steps—not us—how can we ever understand them? For His ways are higher than our ways and His thoughts than our thoughts, says the Creator Himself in Isaiah 55:9.
No, God’s ways are not our ways. Because He thinks about 8 billion people instead 4 or 7, He’s got to have different plans. Because He accounts for free will, for sin, for sickness, for death, and for an innumerable amount of things, His plans are, most of the time, so very different than my own.
Danish philosopher and theologian Soren Kierkegaard said, “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” Yup, Soren, hindsight is 2020.
Understanding life is just plain hard, if not impossible sometimes. Like the time we bought an RV a month before a pandemic broke out and the whole world shut down. It’s unnerving being left with the former plans and an unknown future, and it’s really, really easy to be crippled by the combo.
But as we move forward, I am convinced we will gain understanding. As we sit in this quarantined house (and motorhome) while time ticks on outside our windows, one day we will be able to look back and see His hand in all of it. See His mercy and grace in calling us to an adventure we would have never chosen to go on, but will be ever grateful for.
There’s one more verse about plans I love and here it is:
“The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the LORD holds them by the hand.” Psalm 37:23 NLT (emphasis mine).
It’s pretty hard to fall flat on your face when someone is holding your hand, isn’t it? If that person is standing strong, they will pull you back to your feet. You may trip; but you won’t fall.
I know the stumbling part well, and in His great love and care, He reminded me that He holds my hand through the chaos of the Coronavirus, the whirlwind that has been 2020 thus far, and the future that lies unknown ahead of us.
Not only does He hold my hand through everything, He delights in every detail of my life. Details like homeschooling three kids, launching the dream of a book, starting a ministry half way around the world, buying a motorhome, and folding mountains of clothes (no joke).
Yes, I am more and more convinced one day, we will be able to look back over 2020 and see His hand in every detail of it. We will see how He moved, protected, guided, stopped, and saved us. But mostly, we will look back and see how His gentle guiding hand was holding ours and keeping us from falling.
I finally decided to look up the meaning of adventure in the dictionary, and found one definition of adventure is a “very unusual experience.”
Yes, 2020, has already been and will be a year of adventure. That part of the plan has proved true. So may the adventure continue, because whatever happens, I know He’s got my hand.