A week or so ago, a friend, Andy, posted on Facecrack that he used to live believing in the idea that everything happens for a reason, fate, destiny or whatever else you may want to call it, but no longer thought that this was true. I have been trying to find time ever since to “talk” to him about this and FINALLY I have the computer for longer than 5 minutes!
I disagree. While yes, we do have free will, I believe that it is true that everything happens for a reason. That while most things in our life are our choice, I think that God has a plan for us all and that is where we end up.
I mean, really? How many people meat their soul mates in the doctors office? Me and mine did! I think it was most definitely God’s plan – my insurance had just dropped my previous doctor, so I had to start a new on e and BAM! Here I was…I knew the second I saw him I was going to marry him. I year and a half later, I married my best friend. 17 years, 8 states and an extra kid later..here we are..against all who said that we would never work.
Speaking of the extra kid. We never planned on having any more children. I came to him as a ready made family with my son, Justin (LCPL Dork) and we were very happy family with the 3 of us. We had been told that with some of the meds we both took, that children were probably not in our future and that was a-ok.
Then..one day, 6 tests later… I realized we were pregnant. Very excited we were until I miscarried. We were sad, but not devastated (ok I was, I had to go for ultrasounds every other day – I won’t make you sad with the details). But we had decided that we were ok just the three of us and we still were. We were told to wait 6 weeks ..to get..umm..busy..again, but to not get pregnant again for 3 months. No worries, as we thought it was a fluke for me to be pregnant the one time.
7 weeks later, I was in the doctors office on the receiving end of a lecture..this is not 3 months.
9 moths later, they cut an 8 lb 14 oz baby boy out of me – the day after we moved into our first owned home.
See, we do make some plans, but God makes some plans too. I tell everyone this story this way.. God took a day off and I got pregnant. He came back and the angels had given us a girl – God said – WHAT ARE YOU THINKING??? She can’t have a girl!!! She’s already crazy! – and he took her back. The next chance he had, he gave us a son. (Thank you God, btw!)
We have choices. I could have just said Hello to Reese and gone back to the loosers I had been choosing for my self all along..or do what I did, gone to him as I felt fate was telling me to do. I could have gone back on the pill to be sure we didn’t have another baby, but I suppose deep down we wanted one and God must have certainly wanted us to have one, giving us one the very first time we had sex …
There are so many things I question..my car accident..how did I live? Why did I live? What is my purpose here? Maybe one of my children will save the world…who knows. I will probably never know.
Why is it the burden on taking care of my mom falls on me? I know it is the families responsibility to take care of each other, but I have many relatives..why all on me? Is this a choice I make or God’s plan? Both? I probably will never know..maybe this is my penance..
So, Andy, I think we are both right. I think that the choices we make, if they are the right ones, lead us to were God wants us to be..