Sometimes I think that if God were to give us all the bits and pieces of our lives at once, we wouldn't be able to handle it. Kind of like putting together a puzzle. Could you imagine looking at all the little things that are supposed to come together to form your life? I would be shouting, "There's too much green! I can't see how these pieces fit together! Why can't I get some of the colored pieces so I can see what I'm trying to make?"
I guess that's why God doesn't leave those sorts of things up to me.
You know the part I hate about putting a puzzle together? Finding two pieces that you really think must go together as a matter of elimination--this is the only match possible--and then realizing further in that you were wrong all along. Or maybe "wrong" isn't the word. But you figure out that there's a better fit that you'd never really considered adding to this section of the puzzle.
There are pieces I believe I know. There are pieces that I hope exist. And there are pieces I know that get shuffled around without my knowledge or permission.
This is ok. It has to be. I just wonder sometimes what it would be like to see the picture that's printed on the box. But I guess life isn't like that.
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No, life really isn't like that. Besides, if you did see the "whole picture" of your life, what would motivate you to continue putting the pieces together? But I do get what you mean. It would be nice to at least have a hint about what the end result is supposed to look like. But I guess life, like puzzles, requires one to simply slog on through, trying out pieces, and having faith that the pieces that fit really are supposed to fit and the ones that don't are really are not supposed to fit.
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