Everyone has a plan...

"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth." ~ Jack Reacher

When I read this during my recent foray into one of Lee Child's Jack Reacher novels, I had to write it down. I shared this quote with many friends over the last couple of weeks, and everyone nodded their heads in silent agreement.  Rather than the kindhearted "Life is what happens while you are making other plans" I prefer the brutally honest Reacher observation.

HD is that punch in the mouth that instantly re-routes our plans.  Just as if we've been attacked, HD brings us to our knees, but we get up and we keep going, just not in the same direction we had been headed.  We are still strong, and still determined to persevere.

Right now, Kenny and Lacy and I are living each moment.  Lacy's physical decline continues, but we try not to focus on that.  We focus on the opportunities we have to rise above the physical decline to see the gifts we still have.

The fictional Jack Reacher's words are true, yes, but these words from Corrie Ten Boom resonate with me and will continue to give me strength:

"There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still.  With Jesus, even in our darkest moments, the best remains; and the very best is yet to be."



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