I think that God´s plan is like a too-big pair of shoes I get from my older sister. Yeah, I know how cool my sister is and I look forward to the day that I can actually succeed at being cool. But it doesnt quite fit yet. I have a lot of growing to do. These handed down sneakers will need to just be a hope until that time. Okay, so metaphorically it works, but theologically it is a failure. I dont want to think of God´s plan as a stinky pair of hand-me-down shoes but rather God´s plan is pure and faultless, and always just-my-size. I am growing in his plan as I am. Just as I am.
