Just when you finally get life figured out or have it all together or the stars finally align and everything is going to work out perfectly you turn the page and there's a big fat plot twist. Yes, you are living in a novel or rather a fairy tale, because novels of the usual generic sort aren't allowed to have happy endings and don't allow for miraculous happenings. 'Miraculous happenings?!' you ask. But of course. Take a breath: miracle! Look at that picture on the wall: miracle! Your very basic body functions, your thoughts, your senses are all quite miraculous in and of themselves, but we have become so used to them we take them very much for granted. How about the computer or device you are reading this post on? Sunsets? Stars? Cells? Organisms? Life? Birth? The Universe? Conscious thought? Literature? You get the idea. There is no such thing as 'normal' or an 'ordinary life.' Every breath, every heartbeat is a miracle and wonder in and of itself, how much more an entire lifetime of such?
Plot twists? Ah yes, I get a little distracted…squirrel!…as I was saying, plot twists…yes…I should have known better. Just looking back at the strange tale that is my own life should have taught me that, but I fell victim to the formulaic expectation of modern materialistic thinking: it will work out because it should, it must! I had my checklist, everything was perfectly in order, we had only to wait and wait and wait and well then nothing. All that anticipation and dread that it wouldn't work out (or that it might) was in vain. And strangely, I am much more at ease with myself now that I know it won't happen than I was in that state of hopeful anticipation when it might, should, must happen. Where do you draw the line between hopeful anticipation and getting yourself so worked up with false hope that the failure thereof leads to dejection? How do you keep from becoming cynical and bitter in the face of dashed hopes?
We are in a story after all. Go to the Author! The one advantage we have over fictional characters is that we are aware that we are actually characters in a story (His story) and we can also petition our Creator if the plot line becomes a little distressing. So that minor subplot didn't work out, there will be others, and for all I know there's a better one just around the bend. The Author knows far better than I what I need and supplies that rather than giving me just what I want, when I want it. My toddler is also starting to figure that out in relation to his parents, you'd think I would be a quicker study! At least the tale is never dull!
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