A few months ago my family and I were wrapping up a camping trip in the Tetons. It had been a truly wonderful time, and our hearts were full, and though reluctant to leave, we were packed and ready to go. The drive home takes about 10 hours or more, so we prepared for an early start, maybe to catch breakfast after an hour on the road at one of our favorite cowboy cafes. But, I am learning not to assume I know what is best for us. I am learning to ask, 'Father, what is your plan for the day?' Eat breakfast here, he said. Here? That didn't make any sense at all. I ran it by Stasi, and when she prayed she sensed the same thing. So, we pulled the boys out of the car and went into the lodge to have a feast of a breakfast -- waffles and coffee, eggs and sausages, sweet rolls.
After about an hour it was time to go, so we headed out of the park. And there, on the side of the road, was a grizzly. Oh, my. We had so wanted to see a bear during our week there, but hadn't. They don't show up in the Tetons much, preferring to wander north in Yellowstone and Montana. But they do come down this time of year to prey on moose calves, so there is a chance, however slight, of catching a glimpse of these magnificent creatures. Knowing our hearts, and our plans, the Father had arranged for us to stay, to catch this five-minute window in order to receive this wild and wonderful gift. We stood on the roof of the Suburban and watched him, and then he disappeared into the woods.
Have you asked God, "Father, what is your plan for the day? Father, what do you have for me?"
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