I've been wondering why I like the things I like. Maybe I think too much; maybe I over-analyze things, maybe I'm just weird. But I wonder about these things...is it just random? Or did God put them there, and if so, why?
I love books and information. Am I a librarian because those are things I like, or did God give me those likes so that I could be a librarian? The job was a very much God-given thing: too many things converged perfectly at once without my help for it to be other then divine intervention. But did He take my likes and give me a job that fit them, or did He plan me for this job while I was yet in the womb and thus plant those desires in me? If I was rabidly passionate about numbers--which I am not--would He have made me an accountant instead?
(As a side note, I can think of several people here who also have jobs perfect for their likes/passions: crystallia
has always had a tender heart for hurting people and equuschick
has a tender heart for hurting animals, and both have jobs to match them perfectly.)
I like Odd Humor. Is this because God wanted to give me friends who also delight in Oddness, or did He pick those friends for me to match my humorous streak?
It makes me wonder about the future. I delight in things Italian. Is God likely to do something with this someday? I swoon over uniforms. If I marry a man with a job that requires a uniform, will it be because God gave me someone to match what I already liked--or has He been preparing me for this man all my life?
Or maybe it's all moot, since God's Divine Plan works either way, and probably both at the same time. Maybe I'm foolish for trying to understand it.