The Puzzle
This is an entry from my real journal: the one that I keep to remind myself what God's teaching me. God gave me the coolest picture the other day and I told it to so many people that I just had to write it in my journal and I thought I'd share it here.
One's life is kind of like a puzzle. God can see the whole picture on the box--all I can see is the little pieces that are handed to us one at a time. Each piece that I get is part of my "picture" - the completed me. Sometimes, it's obvious where the piece goes because God's been working a lot in that specific area of my life so that part of the puzzle has a lot of pieces in it. Sometimes though, I get a piece that doesn't seem to make sense: it's nothing like the part I'm working on....it's doesn't really look like some of the other parts of the puzzle that are filled in...I would look at the box except I can't. But I know someone who can. It's not that He's trying to trick me and throw me for a loop--more that He's letting me see where He's going: letting me catch a glimpse of the big picture.
But what's a puzzle piece made out of? Is it a happy thing where everything is going great for me and I'm walking close to my Lord? Maybe it's a hard time where I feel like I'm lost and don't know what to do. Or...maybe it's life. I think it's anything. To assume that anything that happens to me is not a learning experience or a part of my puzzle is a very limited view of my God. As I take each piece that comes my way, I must make sure that I place it. I can't hold it in my hand and wait for the next piece...it just doesn't work that way. It really is a simple thing to just put the piece down where I'm supposed to...nothing to it, right? Heh...maybe. Sometimes I might not really like what the picture's looking like...maybe I just don't want to put something down...it's MINE. That's when the picture kind of gets held up. God wants to hand me the next piece but I'm too selfish to put the one I have in the right spot. Two things happen at this point: God can't keep working on the puzzle and my picture isn't going to look right. There will remain a hole in God's picture for my life until I'm willing to put the piece down.
As the picture grows, people around me will start to see the beauty and wonder of the colors and designs. "Nice Picture!" they say. "You're such a good person." "You're so kind!" "How come you're always smiling?" But it's not my picture. It's God's picture. I can't take the credit for it. I might be able to remember the history of each piece that's placed in the puzzle: each sorrow and each joy, that's what makes the picture special to me. But it's not my picture--my picture would be ugly.
One's life is kind of like a puzzle. God can see the whole picture on the box--all I can see is the little pieces that are handed to us one at a time. Each piece that I get is part of my "picture" - the completed me. Sometimes, it's obvious where the piece goes because God's been working a lot in that specific area of my life so that part of the puzzle has a lot of pieces in it. Sometimes though, I get a piece that doesn't seem to make sense: it's nothing like the part I'm working on....it's doesn't really look like some of the other parts of the puzzle that are filled in...I would look at the box except I can't. But I know someone who can. It's not that He's trying to trick me and throw me for a loop--more that He's letting me see where He's going: letting me catch a glimpse of the big picture.
But what's a puzzle piece made out of? Is it a happy thing where everything is going great for me and I'm walking close to my Lord? Maybe it's a hard time where I feel like I'm lost and don't know what to do. Or...maybe it's life. I think it's anything. To assume that anything that happens to me is not a learning experience or a part of my puzzle is a very limited view of my God. As I take each piece that comes my way, I must make sure that I place it. I can't hold it in my hand and wait for the next piece...it just doesn't work that way. It really is a simple thing to just put the piece down where I'm supposed to...nothing to it, right? Heh...maybe. Sometimes I might not really like what the picture's looking like...maybe I just don't want to put something down...it's MINE. That's when the picture kind of gets held up. God wants to hand me the next piece but I'm too selfish to put the one I have in the right spot. Two things happen at this point: God can't keep working on the puzzle and my picture isn't going to look right. There will remain a hole in God's picture for my life until I'm willing to put the piece down.
As the picture grows, people around me will start to see the beauty and wonder of the colors and designs. "Nice Picture!" they say. "You're such a good person." "You're so kind!" "How come you're always smiling?" But it's not my picture. It's God's picture. I can't take the credit for it. I might be able to remember the history of each piece that's placed in the puzzle: each sorrow and each joy, that's what makes the picture special to me. But it's not my picture--my picture would be ugly.
posted by Scotty at 9:27 PM
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