I don't like deadlines. I hate deadlines that I can't work to complete things early so the dead in the line is not there. I do taxes ahead of time for example. But some things I have no control over. And the deadline approaches without resolution. I get really anxious. I wish that I didn't. I wish that I had patient confidence that even if it didn't work out, it would be all in God's hands.
I fret and I try to force solutions. I have trouble waiting patiently. And that is where I am right now. The loan for the mortgage on my house is supposed to be approved by next Tuesday. The loan processor wants a copy of a wire transfer and a check I deposited. I don't have those things. I will go to the bank and try to get them, but even if they have the things she wants, I suspect she will need more things. And I am heading into a weekend. And Monday after school I will not be able to race out to the bank because they are holding a little retirement celebration here at school for me and the other retirees. I have been given orders to be there. And I want to be. It isn't like I retire everyday or every year or ever before. It will have to work out. (Or maybe I won't get this house and maybe that is God's plan, although not mine.)
I am trying to pray and imagine what God is telling me. It seems like I should do what I can and leave it in God's hands. Really that is all I can do. It is what I need to do. But, if you had a whiff of me, you could tell, I am sweating the small stuff a little bit.
And I don't believe that God works like magic and everything turns out alright when I pray, because the world God made isn't like that. But, this time, the big overwhelming, confusing mess I was asked to straighten out, was fixed with a couple of phone calls after I wrote the above post. I think it is done. I am blown away. God is good all the time. And I love it when a plan comes together......