Or at least that's my take on things at the moment. It seems that so much time is spent trying to determine what should be, what is meant to be, the one and only one right way. But I don't think there's just one, I don't think life is a previously charted trail that we follow with our maps and GPS. I think we are made for adaptation.
So many of my friends and acquaintances have been going through, "This is not how I thought it would be", lately. Maybe it's a particularly American malady, but we all seem to have had some expectations of what life would hold for us, and we're finding ourselves surprised that it's not at all what we had in mind. But how could we possibly have anticipated it? In wonderful and devastating ways, life doesn't match our expectations. And I think that's because there's too much moving and variable, and we can't possibly account for it all -- even in a society as efficient and measured and predictable as the US.
I'm thinking of how this interacts with the idea that God has a plan for each of us. I think a lot of people want to think that means there's a certainty, a pre-ordained purpose to every minute happening in their lives. But it seems that even as we adapt to changing situations, the plan God has adapts to us. That doesn't make us purposeless or take away the meaning in the everyday, I think it just makes us flexible and hopefully responsive to the real, in-motion world we inhabit.
On the whole, I am grateful for this arrangement. My life is not at all what I expected, and certainly not what I would have planned. But I love it.
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