Why won’t these pieces just fit?!
Frustrated, I threw the innocent objects back into the box. I was so angry that I was this close to ripping apart the basic frame of pieces we’d already assembled. Instead, I let out a growl.
And He just sat there, patiently watching my toddler-like tantrum. Waiting for me to cool down, waiting for me to remember that He was holding the lid of the box… with the finished picture of the puzzle.
He was the one Who created the puzzle which was my life, Who would one day decide to glue it together and hang it up on the wall – whether as a beautiful masterpiece or as a warning to those who deface and derail the construction of His workmanship.
Yes, He was patient. But I knew that the longer I remained angry and unwilling to ask for help, the less chance there would be of my making any headway with it at all. Besides, it wasn’t mine anyway; it belonged to Him.
So I humbled myself, picked up those insubordinate pieces again, and asked, “Lord, would You please put these pieces together?”
“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” Ephesians 2:8-10
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