I SO needed to read the devotional below from Alana Dawson published on (in)courage.me.

My husband and I have been married for thirteen years and together we have made a total of six moves. Change has become my middle name. New town, new house, new friends, new schools, new church; these things we have come to expect, and accept, every few years. Our most recent move sent us to the state of New Mexico from Hawaii.

I loved everything about Hawaii: the beaches, the people, the food, the sunshine, and the salt water. I loved riding my bike with our daughters to school. I loved hearing the sound of waves drumming against the shore. But it was more than the gorgeous surroundings. During our time there we built strong friendships. Ones that will last far beyond our time stationed together.

Our time in Hawaii was also a time of spiritual growth for me. No other place has seen so many tears, grief, grace, or peace. I lost a baby there and almost lost my life. I found more of myself, and more of God on that island than I have anywhere else. It was one of my favorite places to live and I had no plans to leave.

My husband, however, is a hunter and he is driven not by the sound of waves but by the bugle of an elk in rut. He jumped at the opportunity when it arose to move to a state that has one of the largest herds. So we packed our belongings and flew across the ocean to relocate to a desert full of elk. Because that is what you do when you love someone.

This move has not been as easy for me. Outwardly, I stayed positive about the change but inwardly I questioned God’s timing, plan, and at times, His presence.

One hot summer evening while walking our French bulldog, I noticed something growing in a vacant lot. Unlike the dry, brown tumbleweeds and sagebrush, this bush looked healthy, thriving in fact. It was substantial in size and vibrant green in color. The leaves were lush, wider than my hand and larger than my foot in length. At closer inspection, I realized it was a patch of what looked like mini-watermelon. (I came to find out it was not watermelon but gourds.) I was astonished and excited to see such a perfect plant growing without any water or cultivation.

In the days that followed I could not stop thinking about the wild patch of gourds. Each time I walked past the plant, I felt God’s Spirit stirring. One day His Spirit said to me, “If I can grow these plants here with no rain, no cultivation, and no care, then surely I can grow you anywhere.”

Right there, in the midst of the arid summer breeze, dust particles covering my sunglasses, God met me and I was convicted. You see, God often uses what we consider uninhabitable conditions to grow the most fruitful and beautiful things. Including you and me. He does not need paradise to produce. He can grow us, move us, mold us, use us, anywhere, in any circumstance. We need only to put our trust in Him and believe He can do what He says He can.

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. {Jeremiah 29:11-12}

God’s plan rarely looks like what we would expect: A king born in a manger, a Savior nailed to a cross, a girl growing in the desert. His plans are greater than we can ever imagine. Why I fail to remember this, even after all He has done, is beyond me. But He continues to teach me, continues to meet me, and continues to grow me.

Are you questioning God’s plan today? Perhaps you are feeling desolate in the desert or perfectly placed in paradise. Whatever your situation: call upon Him, pray, and He will listen to you. He most certainly has a plan.