Day 198; Footnotes of Plans are Made to be Changed

Oh, listen… that owl sounds like its right there in the back yard. Oh.. NO!! The owl is in the back yard! The kittens!! My son and I both were barreling out of the house trying to make sure there were no kittens out in the yard. There were kittens out in the yard. My son ran them all under the house and I picked up all the food bowls to give them less reason to be out. I also don’t hear the owl any longer so maybe now they are safe even if they come back out from under the house. What a way to end the evening.


I really had no plans on leaving the house today. I’m trying to be as reclusive as possible until I get this tooth pulled. How did that work out for me you ask? Not too good.


Mom called early and asked if I had any reason to go to the big box store. No, but I could probably come up with a reason. Let me make sure my son doesn’t need anything for lunch and then we can go. We end up going to the first store and they had nothing she was after. The second store had what I needed, the screen for my door. The third store had what mom wanted and yes, I found a thing or two I needed. We got checked out and were headed for the door when we were stopped and asked to show our receipts. Mom had purchased a big bag of bird seed and I a big bag of cat food. Once they knew everything was paid for we were again on our way. We were both surprised as that was the first time since the pandemic began.

 When we pulled down the dirt road there was a big roll back starting to unload a car, that was blocking the road. I sat there wondering how long it would take when they decided to let me move around them. I barely had room and I drive a not really big vehicle. Get by I did and pulled into mom’s drive. I figured I might have to just leave my jeep there and walk up to the house. Thankfully by the time I carried all of her purchases inside the rollback was gone.


I also ended up meeting a friend at church and changing the sign out at the road. I think we broke a new sign changing record. I did notice though that the back up camera is once again  not working. My son has promised to check on it next week.


And now, with the owl gone, what I’m hearing are the crickets singing a wonderful lullaby. As I listen, I contemplate the day. I had plans, of staying home and away from the risk of being around people. Because any sickness would mess with my dental procedure. I’ve come to find though, that we may have plans, but those plans may not be God’s plans. My mother needed my help. The lady from church needed my help. I was definitely not staying home today.
I planned on working my former job at least until retirement age, obviously that didn’t happen. God had plans for me to be here for my parents. These writings, may be a part of those plans, because I definitely wasn’t able to do much writing while I was working.

 Making plans isn’t wrong. They just need to be flexible. Because we never know, when God may have other plans.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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8 Responses to Day 198; Footnotes of Plans are Made to be Changed

  1. Irene Melgoza says:

    Sounds like a swell day to me. 🙂

  2. leendadll says:

    I planned on getting a lot done today. After the kitten, all plans were tossed to the wind. I spent the day crying and sleeping.

  3. Dia Jae says:

    You were meant to do other things and write.

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