05/16/2026
God’s Plans Are Greater Than You Know
I had plans once.
Neat and folded,
laid out like a map
I was so certain of.
I knew the road.
I knew the timeline.
I knew exactly where
I was supposed to be
and when
and how.
And then life happened.
And the map tore.
The thing I prayed for didn’t come.
The door I knocked on didn’t open.
The person I loved left anyway.
The dream I carried for so long
slipped right through my tired hands
and I stood in the wreckage
of everything I thought
was supposed to be my story —
and I asked,
God, where are You in this?
Did You see this coming?
Did You know this road
would bring me to my knees?
Did You know I’d be standing here
with nothing left
but a whisper of belief
and a heart that’s barely holding?
And from the ancient pages,
from a letter written to the broken,
to the exiled, to the lost,
to the ones who sat by foreign rivers
and wept for what was gone
He answered.
“For I know the plans I have for you.”
Not —
I had plans, once, before you
wandered off the path.
Not —
I had plans, but you’ve
made too many mistakes.
Not —
I had plans, but now
we’ll have to settle for something less.
I know.
Present tense.
Right now.
In this moment.
In this mess.
In this grief you cannot name
and this fear you cannot shake
I know the plans I have for you.
Oh, let that land.
He is not scrambling.
He is not surprised.
He did not turn away for one small moment
and miss the thing that broke you.
He was there when it fell apart.
He was there in the silence after.
He was there in every tearstained night
when you couldn’t find the words to pray
and all you had was groaning
and He counted every one.
His plans are not your plans.
That used to frighten me.
Now it is the only thing
that gets me to my knees in gratitude —
because my plans were so small.
My plans were built on what I could see.
On what made sense.
On what the world told me
success and safety looked like.
But He sees the end
from the beginning.
He sees the doors behind the closed ones.
He sees the healing on the other side
of the breaking.
He sees the person you are becoming
inside the pain you’re in.
He sees what this is making you into —
and it is more
than you have dared to ask for.
Plans to prosper you.
Not to leave you in the ashes.
Plans to give you hope
not someday, maybe, if you earn it,
but written into the blueprint
of your life
before you drew your first breath.
A future.
When everything felt finished,
He was already writing
what comes next.
So cry if you need to cry.
Grieve what needs grieving.
Sit in the not-yet
and let it be hard
but do not let the enemy
convince you that the silence is abandonment.
Do not let the waiting
be mistaken for forgetting.
He has not forgotten you.
He knows your name.
He knows this chapter.
He knows how many times
you’ve read the promises
and wondered if they’re really meant for you —
they are.
They are for you,
the one reading this
with the ache you haven’t told anyone about,
with the prayer you’ve prayed
so many times
you’ve almost stopped believing —
don’t stop.
His plans are not on your timeline.
His ways are higher than your understanding.
And the story He is writing
with your one, precious, painful, beautiful life —
is greater
than anything
you ever could have planned
for yourself.
Trust Him.
Not because the road is clear.
Not because the pain is gone.
Trust Him because He is good
when nothing feels good.
Trust Him because He is faithful
when everything feels broken.
Trust Him because He said I know —
and He has never once
been wrong. 🕊️
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
— Jeremiah 29:11 💛
