Tired of Plan B

Right now, quite honestly, I'm waiting for Plan A to happen.
I find it rather intriguing that God doesn't always take you straight to your dream. The path winds, you fall in some ditches, you sprain your ankles, and your dream dies. And so it is that, "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes it is a tree of life."
Would it be a tree of life had we not felt the heart wrenching anguish of everything we wanted in life held just outside our reach? Would we cherish it if we had never felt the pain of knowing that the one thing we wanted the most would never be ours? Perhaps our joy then is because of our pain now, and without the pain we could never appreciate the blessing.

An easy thing, O Power Divine,
To thank Thee for the gifts of Thine!
For summer's sunshine, winter's snow,
for heart's that kindle, thoughts that glow,
But when shall I attain to this:
To thank Thee for the things I miss?

For all young fancy's early gleams,
The dreamed of joys that still are dreams,
Hope unfulfilled, and known,
Through others fortune, not my own,
And blessings see that are not given,
And never will be, this side of Heaven.

Had I, too, shared the joys I see,
Would there have been a Heaven for me?
Would I have felt Thy presence near,
Had I possessed what I held dear?
My deepest fortune, Highest bliss,
Have grown perchance from things I miss,

Sometimes there is an hour of calm,
Grief turns to blessing, pain to balm,
A Power that works above my will,
Still leads me onward, upward still,
And then my heart attains to this:
To thank Thee for the things I miss.