My parents didn’t plan to conceive me.
They weren’t even married.
In love? Yes.
Planning to have a child? Not really sure.
But have a child is what they did. For that, I am obviously extremely grateful. I was unexpected and because of it, my parents had to change their plans. I don’t really know if they had planned to get married, but as I was told, their Catholic background didn’t leave them much of a moral choice. So to the Justice of the Peace they went.
That’s how my life began. I was a product of unexpected change. And it’s kind of funny (or annoying as my wife would put it) that this is kind of a defining quality of who I am and what I value.
I live for the unexpected. No…I don’t live for it – I live for the challenge of charging headfirst into the unexpected.
I value change. I started my life by changing the world around me, and I am still young and naive enough to believe that my life can mean something – that through my life I can be part of the change in the world around me.
And as I think about the inception of my life and the circumstances that surrounded it, I am slightly amused at how God’s plan for me to come into existence in the world represents to me the way he has uniquely made me to – if the Lord should tarry – leave this world.
To boldly face the unexpected. To be the change.
Sounds like a plan to me