I’m a planner by nature. I like to have an idea of how a day, an event, or a vacation is gonna go down. With 18 people in our family there are more than just a few variables that go into planning just about anything.
But as one of my all-time favorite war heroes used to say…“There’s the plan, and then there’s what happens when boots hit the beach.”
Of course General MacArthur was referring to D-Day, but the adage is applicable for almost any situation. And while I’m a planner by nature I have now learned to give room for whatever happens “when boots hit the beach.”
There’s a plan for how my day should go, but then there’s what actually happens when the day starts…fever, tummy bug, forgotten doctor’s appointments, extra recital practices, and unexpected phone calls or ministry opportunities. There’s a plan for how I expect the vacation to go, and then there’s what happens when we reach our destination…new friends, unexpected finds, unforeseen opportunities, or kiddos just to tired to go on another tour of the city. There’s the plan for a child’s education…then there’s what happens when “boots hit the ground” and this child proves to be exceptionally gifted or perhaps struggling behind in their coursework.
So I just wanted to encourage all the parents out there who’s invasion on life maybe isn’t going exactly according to plan.
There’s the plan–
And then there’s what happens when boots hit the beach.