Woody Allen said, “If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.” I am a planner through and through. I wake up every day beginning to think of a daily agenda and set goals that I wish to accomplish. If I want a day off, I have to plan not to have a plan. What some might call controlling I would call organized. At the young age of fourteen, I had a plan. I had my life figured out and knew what I wanted and when I wanted it. I bet God laughed at my plans that day. I laugh now when I think of those plans.
The agenda for my life was a series of accomplishments I somehow thought would lead to a satisfying life. Accomplishments like graduating with honors, playing collegiate soccer, living in Colorado. It was all about what I wanted for my life and I wasn’t going to yield that to anyone; not even God.
Over the course of the next several years, every plan I made was foiled. I tore my ACL twice in one year preventing me from playing soccer. My family moved away from Colorado. My relationships failed. For one reason or another, all of my plans didn’t work out leaving me with two options: fight or surrender.