It Just Wasn't in the Plan
I heard from a friend I hadn't spoken to in awhile. She mentioned she divorced last week. I threw out some flip comments. What is there really to say she hasn't already heard or thought herself but then the next morning, I found myself still thinking about her. So I sent her another message of support. She responded, "I'll be okay. It just wasn't in the plan."
I think at some point most people find out that what you plan, may not always be what happens. And sometimes, it's a rather unwelcome surprise. Unemployment? That will screw up your plan. A sudden, life changing illness? Better come up with a new plan in a hurry. A baby born with issues you neither understand nor may be ready to cope with? Buckle up because you may not be the one doing the planning.
I recently reconnected with a college friend. I hadn't heard from him since 1987 or 1988. Last I knew he was young, single and his biggest concern was most likely finals. Now, he's the dad of triplet toddlers. One of whom he visits with a handful of flowers to place on her grave.
All three born too soon- but one tiny little girl was frailer than her sisters. He says it's changed him to his core. Now his Facebook feed is dominated by stories from the NICU or tales of triumph. A daughter who eats. One who handled a sleep study like a champ. Bonding with his babies came a finger touch at a time. They couldn't be held for a long, long while. His plans probably change every day,
So what do you do when your plan is suddenly stamped "REJECTED"?
Everything is planned. College plans. Wedding plans. Buy a house plan. Baby plans. Buy a bigger house plan. But life has a funny way of interfering with plans. I miss my friend Sara. She was a crazy one. Wild and hard working. Vivacious and athletic. She died in her back yard. A brain aneurysm in her early forties. That was not in the plan.
How do you let go of a plan? Takes courage for sure. Resilience helps- hope you have some. Maybe prayer helps. Maybe friends help. Maybe a nice glass of wine helps.
Today I read a few chapters of Number the Stars to fourth graders. It's a young girl's story of coming of age during World War II in Denmark and her role in helping to smuggle Danish Jews to Sweden away from the Nazis who controlled Denmark.
In one scene Annmarie watches as a group of Jews gets ready to be smuggled out. The Jews were bundled in tattered quilts and worn coats from strangers before getting on a boat in the darkest of night. But a young mother has no coat for her infant. Annmarie's mother disappears and comes back with a sweater belonging to Annmarie. It's much too big but it's made of red wool and can be wrapped around the baby probably twice keeping the newborn warm. Annmarie watches her mother bundle the baby and then fasten the heart shaped buttons.
Crossing the sea at night without knowing what your future holds, getting a divorce, losing a child, those all require a faith in the unknown. Faith might be just as important as a plan. And a little heart can't hurt.