The poor fella was wrapped tight as a Twizzler. He had himself knotted this way and that with questions about Plan A’s and Plan B’s and what-might-have-beens if only he’d had better sense or swerved left instead of right. We can be downright violent with ourselves whenever we walk into that inner torture chamber where ugly brutes named guilt and shame guard the door.
“Does God have a plan?” he asked, desperate for me to say yes.
I’m never quite sure what’s behind these phrases we like to toss about, so I asked. “What do you mean by plan?”
He looked at me, head cocked, and he paused. “Well, I don’t actually know.”
Slowly, he began to work it out. He feared that he’d screwed his life up so much that it was beyond repair. A trail of missteps and hard knocks and gutter balls brought him to the moment where he wanted to know he wasn’t forever consigned to God’s Plan B, a life that was at very best only second fiddle.
I interrupted the maddening circle these conversations inevitably create because one truth had become very clear to me. “I think the question you’re really asking is if you are loved. And the answer – absolutely – is yes.”
He looked up, eyes moist. “I’ve always had trouble believing that.”
“I don’t have much to offer on Plan A’s or B’s or LL’s,” I said. “But I know that love carries you. I know that there isn’t a moment in your life when you aren’t drowned in love. I don’t know about these mysterious, Oz-like, behind the curtain plans, but I know that you are loved. And I know that, because of love, you are okay.”
3 Replies to “Plan LL”
Speechless! Thank you SOO much Winn! And thank you God!
Winn, You hit the nail on the head (As my carpenter Daddy used to say)!!! Love IS the answer, as it is filled with his grace & mercy!
“Tight as a twizzler”…love it.