Ever get the feeling that, somehow, your Plan A is out the window, and you’ve slipped into something less that perfect, less than what you hoped or imagine God intended, something that we might call, from a cultural and colloquial perspective, Plan B?
It’s a haunting feeling. It can become oppressive in its strength. After all, Plan B is that alternative strategy we try to apply when Plan A has failed or proved impossible to realize.
But recently it occurred to me that it’s all Plan B.
What God originally intended was Eden: perfect love — between God and man, between man and woman — in a bright and fruitful garden where we could live forever and never die. We were going to do meaningful work, experience joy, and create in imitation of the Creator, building up our beautiful world and bringing forth new life.
I know Jesus is the Redeemer, and I am so thankful for the way that he has redeemed my life, not only from childhood trauma and loss, but at every stage of my growing into a person. It’s helpful to me to remember that no matter what aspect of my Plan A has gone wrong this week, God has a plan to redeem.
I know that my redeemer lives,
and that in the end he will stand on the earth.
And after my body has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God.