I was pondering the course of my life. I looked at choices I’d made, and was making, and wondered about my purpose, my raison d’etre.
It seemed like events in my life had taken me in many different directions, interests and inclinations down many seeming dead-ends, and an accident that reset whole parts of my life.
You Call This a Plan?
Forgive me, but there are times I’ve felt angry about life.
Christian teachings hold to the idea of a master plan, although great controversy swirls over how that reconciles with free will, which apparently is also an immutable law.
Being stuck in traffic is sometimes a good opportunity to cogitate on the nature of the Universe.
And sometime not. I missed my turn.
Despite having a GPS flashing a little blue arrow at me indicating a turn, my attention was on the bumper of the car in front of me, and on my thoughts.
Once the GPS realized I’d missed my turn, it zoomed in, zoomed out, rotated a little, panned over, then conveniently displayed a new route that would get me to where I needed to go.
That’s when it hit me.
Free Will means that I can make as many wrong turns as I want. I can ignore all directions and forge off on my own. Yet the Divine Synchronicity of God carefully plots a course back to my goal, my purpose, my place in the Universe, in the Plan.
I asked for inspiration, and I got the vision of God as a GPS.
Wisdom and understanding can come from some very unexpected sources.
Sometimes a little blue arrow.