The Puzzle

This phase of my life could probably best be summed up in one word:

discombobulated: to confuse or disconcert; upset; frustrate

I would say a large portion of this is that I had huge expectations for post-grad. Now, your next question is "What were those expectations?" I don't know how many college students you've met, but 97% of them have no idea what they want... I was part of that 97%.


If you can't change your circumstance, change your attitude. Another one liner of advice that I did not appreciate hearing from my mother. However, she is right (I feel like the older I get the more I say that). 


And amidst a million bi-polar prayers to God, I've come up with this cool analogy for my life. The puzzle: 


When you first dump a puzzle out of the box, there are about 1,000 pieces laying all over the table. Some face up; some face down; sometimes you have the lucky few that are still stuck together. Even as you begin to turn the pieces over, the table is still discombobulated. The pieces themselves make very little sense. If it's a 1,000 piece puzzle, you wonder, are these pieces for sure going to fit together? What if a piece was left out? And sometimes when you pick up a piece, you think surely this piece does not go to this puzzle. At this point, the puzzle is not that beautiful and you look at it knowing there is hours of patience ahead of you.


Are you following yet? 


My life is laying before me in a million pieces. I know that these pieces will fit together to make a beautiful picture... they've got to because the artist of my puzzle is my Heavenly Father. But right now, as they are laying there, making little to no sense, I doubt. I see that a few pieces are together. Some I have put together, others someone has come along and helped, others are in the where could this piece possibly go? pile. Deep in my heart I know it will come together. I know at the end of this, there will be a beautiful picture. A picture, in which people will look and say the Artist is incredible. They might say a thing or two about the work to put the picture together, but even that work was done for the glory of the Artist. 


I want the Artist to have the glory in this. I want to wait as the pieces come together in the right time. All for Him...