God's Lock Out

I’m a planner! I can’t help myself. I am self-diagnosed and I suffer with OCPD.  Obsessive. Compulsive.  Planner. Disorder. I actually don't suffer, I enjoy it (deep down, I have a little gypsy though).  Yes, I make list… lots. Of. List. Anyone who knows me, knows I love consistency. I love the same thing every day. I love knowing what we are doing daily. There is so much comfort in knowing what is planned each week.  Well, every morning I wake up, I walk down the same hall. Into the same kitchen. Make the same coffee and look out of the same kitchen window.  But, I always have a different view. A new wonderfully created view. A view in which can only be created by the master artist himself. I know no matter my circumstance. No matter my attitude. No matter the day of the week. No matter the season winter, spring, summer, fall there will be a masterpiece. Some days these views consist of blues, oranges and reds. Some days it’s purples and pinks. Some days it will be gray, dark blue and black. Each day it is a different beautifully vibrant painted view. Regardless of the color I take comfort in this consistency. And as an artist I appreciate the view. The in-depth colors, the placement of the sun and clouds. Okay, I LOVE the view. If we are connected via Facebook, Twitter or Instagram I am sure you know this by the amount of sunset/sunrise views I share.  

In awe this morning I decided to get a better look. So, I we walked out to the front porch. After snapping a few pictures I attempted to return to the house. What-do-you-know…. The door was locked. Ugh…. Seriously?!? I was LOCKED OUT! I of course knocked. Knocked again. Knocked some more. Aggravation has begun to set in. Children that can hear a chip bag opening through seven doors and three television blaring, all on different channels, could not hear me knocking….. How is this possible? I was shoeless. In my pajamas. On the front porch. Cold.  Not wanting to walk through the wet grass. I stood on the porch… huffing and puffing. In an attempt to not lose my cool, I sat down and just enjoyed the view.  It’s funny when I discovered I had been locked out; I was forced to sit and wait.  I then took advantage of the moment and prayed for a few people who came to mind. I know when are forced to sit and wait, is usually when God is trying to speak to us but we’re too busy to listen. As I sat and gazed upon the sunrise, praying over friends and family it was then I realized it……. 

Realized how thankful I am for God’s lock outs! Yep, you read it right. GODS LOCK OUTS! 

Because he loves us, he knows what is best for us. His timing is always perfect. He grace is always sufficient. His love is always abounding. He knows when to lock us out of a job. He knows when to lock us out of relationships. He knows when to lock us out of a move. He knows when to lock us outside. Just to have a sweet moment with us. He just knows! So, today I am thankful for God’s lock outs!