I'm a planner, I’ve always had a plan. It’s genetic, I have family trip itineraries to prove it. Spontaneous people have always scared me and awed me all at the same time. I’ve secretly wanted to be spontaneous for while because I think these people are on to something.
When it comes to making plans about my life, it’s stressful. Recently, I’ve been praying a lot about what God has in store for me. When I’ve tried to make a plan, He stops me and says, “That’s your plan, Alissa, not mine, just slow down there.” God’s just giving me little steps to follow, day by day, week by week. He hasn’t revealed some giant story-arc that’s going to keep viewers interested for the duration of my TV show; I’m no LOST with a plan of how this whole thing’s going to turn out in the end. God hasn’t even clued me in to what’s going to happen in this season’s finale. He’s given me a 30 second preview of what’s coming next week. And I’m okay with that, maybe it’s because those 30 seconds that come after the TV show I just spent an hour watching are my favorite part - a promise of what’s to come without revealing too much.
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