I love jigsaw puzzles. I absolutely love the confined challenge of making 1,000 pieces fit together to create something. There is one solution, one end. It's kind of how I view other things in my life, I like to make plans have things go according to them. I like things to happen when I want them, as I want them to. I don't like disorder, surprises, things that don't fit my vision, that aren't just right.
I absolutely love fresh starts. I love the feeling of possibility when you dump the pieces of a new jigsaw puzzle out. The first steps are always predictable, easy. Flip the pieces over, pick out the border pieces. Make the border. It is systematic work, the beginning.
See, the beginning of anything is fun. The beginning of a relationship, of living somewhere new, of starting a puzzle. It's fresh, untainted, kind of glossy. But as with puzzles, there comes times where life gets treacherous. There's always that darn sky portion of the puzzle where you're so pissed off at the pieces for all looking the same, you quit for a while and write a blog post about it. In my anal organization, I have organized the pieces by style, lining them all up the same way. And yet I'm still here two hours later. But alas.
Life gets messy. No matter how many clean starts you have, life happens and things become imperfect and they have a tendency to always go back to disorder. This frustrates the heck out of me. I want everything to be clean, organized, no wrong turns or regrets. But that's not life. And because God's will is perfect, His timing is perfect, and because God can use both the perfect and imperfect, I must trust in Him. I must understand that life isn't contained to a bunch of pretty, small jigsaw like challenges. Instead, it's messy and imperfect, but it all rolls up to His perfect plan and His perfect will. And in that truth, I am thankful.
I absolutely love fresh starts. I love the feeling of possibility when you dump the pieces of a new jigsaw puzzle out. The first steps are always predictable, easy. Flip the pieces over, pick out the border pieces. Make the border. It is systematic work, the beginning.
See, the beginning of anything is fun. The beginning of a relationship, of living somewhere new, of starting a puzzle. It's fresh, untainted, kind of glossy. But as with puzzles, there comes times where life gets treacherous. There's always that darn sky portion of the puzzle where you're so pissed off at the pieces for all looking the same, you quit for a while and write a blog post about it. In my anal organization, I have organized the pieces by style, lining them all up the same way. And yet I'm still here two hours later. But alas.
Life gets messy. No matter how many clean starts you have, life happens and things become imperfect and they have a tendency to always go back to disorder. This frustrates the heck out of me. I want everything to be clean, organized, no wrong turns or regrets. But that's not life. And because God's will is perfect, His timing is perfect, and because God can use both the perfect and imperfect, I must trust in Him. I must understand that life isn't contained to a bunch of pretty, small jigsaw like challenges. Instead, it's messy and imperfect, but it all rolls up to His perfect plan and His perfect will. And in that truth, I am thankful.