Those of us with various mental illnesses often suffer from an acute sense of futility and meaninglessness. Like there is something not quite right about life. Like maybe we don't belong here. It's hard to explain, but if you feel it you'll understand.

Well I'm just reading C.S. Lewis's book on "The Problem with Pain" and the last chapter on Heaven explains this so perfectly. Each of us fits uniquely into God's plan. We might know/feel a bit of it here and now, but in Heaven we will understand it completely. Not just understand, but "be". We each will fit into our unique little bit of Heaven and then we will have meaning, purpose, reality, completeness.

I want to try to remember this when I'm having one of those emptiness, futility attacks.