It sits in the prayer window, in the parcel bag it arrived
in. A jigsaw puzzle from new friends from Germany who stayed with us for
B&B on their honeymoon. We shared a bottle of bubbly then, and keep in
touch now. I suspect that the puzzle will reveal a picture of this house, or
the view from their bedroom window, as she hinted in her email that this was
the subject.
I haven’t yet put the puzzle together, as our dining room
table is currently covered in craft projects and supplies. I plan to locate a
tray big enough, and then will enjoy seeing a picture emerge from the
jigsaw-cut pieces. We have not been given a picture of what it is, so it may
take some time to complete.
Sometimes it can feel as if my life is broken up in a bag
like that. Not in a terrible way, but just in a way which seems confused and
doesn’t quite make sense. There is a picture there, a beautiful picture I
suspect, which the Father is putting together, bit by bit, and will, I trust,
one day fully emerge. I wonder, in the weird way I think, if my part in the
process is to provide the tray – my life – for the Father to carefully ‘put me
together’.
I imagine that I can get ahead of him, trying to squeeze a
couple of pieces together which aren’t meant to marry up. My job is to
surrender to him, to trust him to be making a perfect fit of the disparate
aspects of my life and personality. It requires a level of trust which I need
to dig deep for, a level of absolute trust in his goodness and faithfulness.
Lord, increase my trust in you today. I lay down my life, so
that you can rebuild it to reflect your Son.
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