It’s been a while since I’ve posted with the Five Minute Friday crew but when I saw today’s word… I had to.
Even as I write this, fragile plans with flights and tickets and packed suitcases are waiting for something to come along and declare them nonexistent.
Isn’t that what cancel feels like?
In the spring when email after email bombarded my inbox with that horrid little word. Cancel. Cancel. Everything is cancelled.
When my girls plans for three weeks at camp disintegrated, when school disappeared from our calendar for months, when church activities ended… and the worst part is anticipating it.
Like right now. It feels like a combat boot ready to stomp on the neck of those willing to attempt a bit of something.
Like a flight to Haiti.
My man is taking our girl along with his parents some other family plus a couple doctors to go love on Haiti. We know her eyes will be plastered wide open with the reality of her American privilege. Mine were when I went to Liberia (but that’s a story for another day). I’ve been praying. Oh how I’ve been praying.
I desperately want them to go and her to have this experience but I want them safe too. I want her to have something this year that wasn’t cancelled.
So I practice that palms up, openhanded prayer. Your will, Father. Your will.
Cancel doesn’t exist in His world – just ours.