Mis-placed or God-placed

3/15/11 I’m in Memphis. Daddy’s in a hospital bed in Hopkinsville. Shouldn’t I be there? My heart says yes. My body and my family say no. I feel mis-placed. Yet, Buddy’s recent sermons on Joseph and the seemingly mis-placed events in J's life were highlighted by each placement clearly being for the purpose of a sovereign God to work all things together for good for His people. So I need to ask myself, “What is God’s plan for me in this; what are the life lessons?”

I know that I learn in the suffering. I know, from experience that sufferings can become blessings. I know that God will never leave me.

I know that after yesterday’s ultrasound I feel “safe enough,” with Larry driving me to KY, to see Daddy. So, I’m following my emotional heart, not necessarily my physical heart, and headin’ out. It will be a brief visit but I will at least be able to see Daddy for a bit and that seems like the right place for me.

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)

So wherever I'm placed today, I know that I am NOT misplaced!