this is a thought as a preterm mom who had no plans, that i made anyways.

But the funny thing about plans is – are they every really our own?

We can create the birth plan, pack the hospital bag, and do all the things to get ready. But at the end of the day, whos plan wins? I’d say it is not ours.

The plan that is in front of me i dont always see it, but i believe in it. The plan unfolds and i let it happen. i let go of the control and i let the unfolding unfold. i surrender my plans to the highest plan of all, which is one i cannot predict.

My plan is presence.

Anything after that is not my plan. i am just here, along for this ride, i trust it is happening always for my best interest. Thats my comfort as i allow it to take my hands to places unimaginable.

Sometimes the best plan is simply to be present.