Life is like a puzzle; one million pieces scattered as far as the stars are to each other.
We may see parts of it, but God knew the picture before it was formed. Having so, He also knows how to put it together.
We have, as living puzzles, the choice to let the creator form us into what he designed us to be; perfect and whole.
We also have the choice to try to put these pieces together on our own, though it will always end up broken, missing pieces, or any number of other things.
It falls to us, the creation, to let the creator move our lives in the way it was designed to be moved. In doing so we may become exactly what God has called us to be; pieces of life coming together, finally making us understand things about ourselves we could never have known otherwise.
It is hard, yes, but it is necessary. Have you ever known a person to put together a puzzle that consisted of one million pieces? Those pieces being shapes complex as the edges of a chip; brittle to the touch, never having a consistent flow, yet still solid and shaped enough to be picked up and moved.
This is our life. When we defy the make of the puzzle, it breaks into many more pieces. Coming back together with painstaking time from the one piecing the puzzle together... as well as with effort from the puzzle itself. Only then can the puzzle be completely whole again.
We may see parts of it, but God knew the picture before it was formed. Having so, He also knows how to put it together.
We have, as living puzzles, the choice to let the creator form us into what he designed us to be; perfect and whole.
We also have the choice to try to put these pieces together on our own, though it will always end up broken, missing pieces, or any number of other things.
It falls to us, the creation, to let the creator move our lives in the way it was designed to be moved. In doing so we may become exactly what God has called us to be; pieces of life coming together, finally making us understand things about ourselves we could never have known otherwise.
It is hard, yes, but it is necessary. Have you ever known a person to put together a puzzle that consisted of one million pieces? Those pieces being shapes complex as the edges of a chip; brittle to the touch, never having a consistent flow, yet still solid and shaped enough to be picked up and moved.
This is our life. When we defy the make of the puzzle, it breaks into many more pieces. Coming back together with painstaking time from the one piecing the puzzle together... as well as with effort from the puzzle itself. Only then can the puzzle be completely whole again.
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