I didn't get everything checked off my list this weekend. (I did make those styrofoam balls and they turned out better than I expected and look like something you'd buy from Pier 1-I kept them for myself rather than taking them to work, hehe). But I didn't really clean my room, and I obviously didn't plan out this week's blog posts.
Plans change. I think I've said this before but I'm a big list maker. I like the satisfaction of writing down a task and then crossing it off when it's completed. It's sometimes hard for me to not have a plan, to not know what's next on the to-do list. But I know God probably gets a kick out of my plans and just smiles and shakes his head and sighs, "oh Shannon, when will you learn?"
There are things you can't plan for.
Peter's grandfather passed away on Friday. It was something the family had expected but something you can never be prepared for. I am so thankful that I got to know him for a short while and that I'll get to hear stories about him for years to come. Peter is actually named after his granfather but they share more than that. Peter got his papou's kind heart and for that I am so grateful. I know his grandfather had such a huge role in making Peter into the boy that I love.