I've been thinking a lot lately about how so often when things don't go our way, when the plans we make for life crumble beneath and around us, when the people we thought we could depend on remind us that they are human and might fail us, too...when all of these things happen, so often we tell ourselves "well, it just didn't work out." Or others tell us they are sorry it didn't work out. What if it did work out? What if the way that it did work out is the
exact way that it's supposed to work out in that big, grand, more-awesome-than-we-can-imagine scheme of things? Better than we might have imagined or asked for. More of what we need than what we thought we wanted.
I don't know why tonight this simple thought (that I'm sure I've heard/read/conjured up before) struck me like a thunderbolt. And not one of those thunderbolts that shocks you a little bit so that the pulses quickly leave your body. But a big old thunderbolt that literally leaves you standing, unable to move, in your kitchen over a pot of red lentil, tomato, and coconut soup. Maybe the creative energy in my kitchen tonight opened the way for this idea to stick. I'm not questioning it...just grateful for the reminder that we are being cared for even when it doesn't look, feel, or seem like it.