What's the plan?

My husband said the most brilliant thing yesterday. He does that a lot. He said he had been watching one of our favorite TV shows and wondering how the episode would resolve; he had realized that the writers knew how it would end and so worked backward from there, fitting all the pieces in so the end would make sense and wrap up perfectly. He said he thought, too, of the Fifties Chix series and how I already know how it ends and so each book fits into the plan. His telling me this was in context of life…or Life…how we all fit into a plan, how everything we are challenged with, everything we love and enjoy, everything that forces us to grow is part of a perfect divine plan. The creator knows how the story "ends," so to speak (although the Great Forever knows no ending, but you get my drift).

I keep mulling over this. If I really accept this, think how liberated I would be–how not-anxious, how not-selfish, how not defensive. My characters are free to be who they are and to a certain extent, I'm not worried about what they do or say because it's all in context of the story line and I know where they end up. They are individually special and important, but they are also indispensable to telling the whole story and playing their unique role in it.

Hmmm…that must be a metaphor (did you get the sense this is where I was headed?); each one of us is indispensable in the story of the universe.  We are necessary. We are loved. We're each a special part of a universal plan. I don't think that means that fate has already decided everything for us; just that "all things work together for good." And the plan is good.