
There comes a time or moment in all of our lives when the best laid plans fall apart. Are you familiar with those times? You have it all mapped out, scheduled, and even a mental timeline in place only to discover that what you thought would happen, didn’t. Your plans didn’t shatter as a result of poor execution, but because of purposeful intervention. This was my story recently. Several months ago we had formed a team of nine people who would accompany me on a trip to Rome to conduct a sports camp. After the team had been formed, I discovered that the sports camp would not be possible due to unforeseen circumstances. Although some of the team was disappointed, they remained flexible and were committed to the destination, not the details. I began preparing for a miscellaneous trip of sorts to work with a wonderful family in a small community outside of Rome to assist them in an upcoming church plant. A little re-instruction of the team brought us a little more clarity; however, upon our arrival in Rome I discovered that our original plans to conduct a sports camp in Rome had been revived at the last moment. I wasn’t prepared and neither was our team; after all, I had only brought my black, low-top Chuck Taylor Converse. Oh well. I guess I would finally know how my dad felt playing basketball in the 1960′s.
We all laced up our Chucks and began a basketball camp in Rome for kids ages 9-12. Our team was not prepared, but God had been preparing this all along. I believe that God used our “unpreparedness” to dig deeper and rely on Him instead of ourselves.



