So Much Sacred in the Month of June

I suppose, as Aley quoted, "Perfect plans cannot be made." My plans are shot. Not really sure where to go from here. I went from having it all figured out, to having it all to figure out. I thought my plan was God's plan, but perhaps i was mistaken. Or perhaps it was God's, being relegated to the past-tense, but i did not handle it properly. Like Loren Cunningham and his boat. Maybe the plan went before the planner. Maybe i turned my back on the architect and ventured outside the balustrade.

And so the possibilities open wide. But i do not feel like weighing all the possibilities. I feel like turning back to the engineer who has the plan. I have neglected him too long now. He knows what i should do next. He knows.