I love my seamstress…most days anyway.

I’m the kind of girl who gets new clothes made once every couple of years (which is probably too far in between, but that’s a different story for a different post).

A couple of weeks ago, I went fabric shopping and passed by Gloria’s house to get my measurements taken for a new set of clothes. True to form we went through a catalogue to pick out styles we both thought would complement me. For some reason there was a yard of fabric we couldn’t figure out a style for so I asked her to use her design skills to come up with something I would like.

And she did!

That last shirt turned out to be a knockout. I loved it the moment I wore it and I’ve gotten a tonne of compliments every time I’ve worn it.

Trying to replicate this happy accident, I got three new pieces of fabric and asked her to use her creative genius to make me a fresh set of shirts.

Boy was I disappointed.

This is not to say what she came up with isn’t good. This is to say that on a scale of 1 to 10, the first shirt was a twelve and the recent ones bottom out at a 6.

Trying to hide my disappointment, I was driving home when I remembered. This was not the first time this particular scenario had happened. Although Gloria has moments of creative genius, I’m better off giving her an exact prototype of what I want.

I do that a lot when I’m getting something made. In a world of hit and miss, safety is often found in clearly spelling out my expectations and leaving nothing to chance.

It’s a script I work with often.

It’s a script God chucks out every time He’s dealing with me.

Whenever I have a need, I almost always have an idea of how He should handle it but for some strange reason He never uses my plan!

I can actually guarantee that the moment I think God should part a particular sea for me in a particular way, that’s the one way He’s not going to use.

When God is trusted to do something His way, the process is nowhere near hit or miss. His actions are always on point, always exceed expectations and always work out for the greater good.

Our puny human minds can never figure out an angle which He doesn’t see and He sees well beyond our reach and will usually take a route that leave our nerdy thoughts in the dust.

God can be trusted to freelance our lives.

It’s a hard truth for those of us with control issues.

It’s a good truth for those of us who want things done right.

And that’s the entire point.

To get our lives pointing in the right direction.

I’m always going to need his compass regardless of what the catalogues around me scream.

Guess I should toss my script.