When our plans aren't God's.

The past few months I thought for sure we were going to build a place to live in the country.

I was set on the idea... Then, it didn't occur to me that maybe I was the one that was wrong. My parents told me that, whatever God wants us to do we will obey willingly. 

Then, it happened, just when I felt for sure my own plans were falling in place. My mother told me,

 "We are  moving on post after all, because Daddy is going again for another year. We'll only be here for a short time."
"I'll be sixteen by the time we move, then."
"Yes, and you may need to get your permit by then."

  I didn't even want to listen to the rest. I knew what on post housing was like, I knew what it was like to have part of my family gone. And, I didn't even want to think about driving soon. I thought my world was falling apart; I wanted to run, go somewhere else. The only place of security was my room, a place that I spent time on my knees, in my studies, and time alone. I fell to my knees, and through tears, managed to tell my Father of my troubles. 
"We get a single house, you know."
"What?! I thought it would be one of those duplexes." 
"Nope."

Now, I've found that I have to accept the fact that, we always can't have what we want. I would of loved to live in the country again, but maybe God does have a plan for us to be his witnesses in the subdivision for awhile. Our plans aren't always what God's plans are... Are we willing to give our plans for His? Trust Him... His plans are always best.