His Plans Over My Planner
“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.” — Psalm 16:6
There’s a moment in every season when we realize our carefully crafted checklists don’t match God’s calendar. In times like this, we need to shift to saying, “His plans over my planner.”
I had one of those moments recently—pen in hand, planner wide open…
and peace? Nowhere in sight.
I was busy mapping out my next steps in ministry, business, family care, and healing.
I wanted clarity. Direction. Progress.
What I found instead was stillness…
and a whisper I couldn’t shake.
It came through a conversation with a dear friend.
And what I heard loudest was this:
“Surrender to your season.”
I wrote it down.
Then quietly—so gently I almost missed it—I heard more:
“His plans over my planner.”
It hit me like a wind through open windows.
I’m so used to planning my life.
I map out months in advance.
Measure my worth by how many tasks I cross off.
Treat completed to-do lists like proof I’m okay.
But Psalm 16:6 reminds me—it’s not about a perfectly plotted path.
It’s about where He’s placed me.
“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places…”
That doesn’t mean easy.
It doesn’t mean comfortable.
It doesn’t mean next month.
It means intentional.
Measured.
Drawn by a loving hand.
Here. Now.
The season I’m in—even if it’s not what I planned—is a delightful inheritance.
Where I Am Right Now
Right now, my planner includes things I never would’ve penciled in myself:
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Grieving layers of love, loss, and longing
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Sitting with friends as their lives unravel and rebuild
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Making space for ministry when doors open (and close) without warning
And yet, in all of this, I’m learning:
Preparation doesn’t always feel like progress.
It feels like presence.
It looks like small acts of obedience, slow starts, unclenched fists.
It looks like asking God not “what should I do?” but
“where have You placed me… and how can I honor You here?”
It feels like being remade.
A Word for Your Season
If you’re in a season that looks more like survival than success—hear me, friend:
You’re not behind, you’re being promoted.
You’re not swirling, you’re being prepared.
You’re not broken, you’re being remade.
“Surely I have a delightful inheritance.”
Even here.
Even now.
Especially now.
Let’s choose His plans over our planners this year.
Let’s surrender the calendar, the comparison, and the crushing pressure to “get it all together.”
Instead, let’s become women of intentional rhythms, gentle resets, and grace-drenched restarts.
Let’s be women who say yes to being remade.
Melissa Fairchild | Being Remade
My name is Melissa Fairchild. While I write for Being Remade, you can also find me at Hope Rewritten—where we believe that broken doesn’t mean beyond repair.
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