Should I Fight or Float?

People have had plans for my life since before they knew me.  I was the daughter of so and so, and that meant that I would be so and so and I would do so and so.  The list probably goes on forever.  I am that way too sometimes.  I plan all the way through my life.  I think about where I want to go and how I will get there.  I map my life out and then I go for it.  This is a wonderful way to be until something happens unexpectedly.  In those times when my plans start to get shifted I have a tendency to try to shove things back in order.  This resolve is also a good quality to have unless God is the one moving my life in a different direction.  Then my resolve becomes stubbornness which isn't helpful to me at all.  Of course there is the other extreme.  Sometimes when I just don't feel like fighting I sort of take whatever comes and just say "fine, whatever, I don't care."  This works great when God is driving your life, but if God isn't doing the moving then this doesn't work very well.  The enemy of my soul wants to make impressions on me too.  So when do I fight and when do I float?  I am still learning that, but here is what I am learning.  I believe that when everything I touch goes wrong, then I need to stop and pray.  Then I need to decide if what I am working towards would honor God.  If I am doing something that I know would please God then I fight.  If after fighting there is nothing else that I can do then I float.  Because God doesn't go against himself I know that he won't stop me from doing what he told me to do so either I didn't follow directions or God wants to work something out that I can't see.  I don't always judge it right, but in those times God is gracious and sends someone with better vision than me along to provide the wisdom that I need.  
      The most recent event to which I almost made the wrong decision was ridiculous.  I went to a women's service at my church with my gas light on all the way, and my son with me.  Just as I got settled in my pew my son proceeded to dirty his diaper so badly that it went through all of his clothes.  I unfortunately didn't have any extra clothes for him because he never did this sort of thing and I changed him right before leaving the house.  I was stuck in a bathroom with no clothes for my big boy who should have just told me he needed to go potty.  My cousin searched and only found a huge ministry t-shirt for him to wear, and by the time I got him cleaned up (with paper towels and hand soap)  I was stressed to my limit.  He was pretty much wearing a dress of a t-shirt, but it covered so I went back into service where he proceeded to start talking loudly and then yelling loudly and crying loudly.  By that time I had had enough, and I grabbed as many of my things as I could and I was on route to take him home.  My cousin grabbed the rest of my things and told me to wait.  She said to me that it looked like something was trying to stop me from getting the word and she suggested that I sit in an area where Chris could be free and I could still hear the message.  Thank God for that because I received a mighty word from the Lord that day.  You see when I am too thick to get it God sends help to make sure that I get all the information I need to make a better decision.  Thank you Lord.  I spent that whole service crying.  I wanted to be there so badly and I almost gave up.  A sister I didn't know just came up to me a hugged me.  It was as if she squeezed all the stress right out of me.  When I had no tears left I was amazed and grateful that I stayed to hear the message.  That was a fight moment when I almost floated right out of my blessing.  I forgot to pray and I got caught up in the moment. Thank God for his infinite grace that snatched me back from the brink of losing what I had fought so hard to gain, the word of life.