I don’t like puzzles.
I learned this when my husband and I were in the dating phase. I am easily frustrated when I can’t figure out how the pieces fit together. Plus, my back aches from bending over, and the strain on my eyes from focusing so intently gave me a killer headache.
I give up too easily, I guess.
Ironically, my life lately feels quite a bit like a difficult puzzle. The blurry, disjointed splotches of uneven experiences don’t make any sense to me.
I can’t see how everything fits together, and my mind’s eye cannot picture any beauty emerging.
If I try to force the pieces together, I end up confused and frustrated.
So, like a child who needs help from her Daddy, I pick up my broken pieces and hand them up to the Lord for His help.
Father, thank You for this relationship. Help me figure out how you designed me to fit in this space.
I praise You for this season in my life, Lord. Though the way is unclear, I know that You have a design and a purpose for every experience.
If I hold on to my pieces with tight fists like a petulant child, I may never see God’s true design for the splashes of color in my view.
Only God makes beauty out of my brokenness.
Lord, I offer You all the pieces of my life.
Tonight on Periscope, I shared some #PrayBig inspiration on surrender.
Q4U: What broken pieces do you need to lay down on an altar aflame?
For Further Contemplation:
This year, my desire is to lift up holy hands and “Pray Big.” Want to join me? I’ve created a private “Pray Big” Facebook group for like-minded sisters to share their stories and surrender each one to our mountain-moving God in prayer. Let’s cry out to God together.