The Perfect Spot

I believe I think about life too much. I'm a thinker, a planner, I want to know where I am headed. So now I sit here at the dining room table thinking, "why do I think to much?" Maybe it just means I am supposed to head to bed and get some sleep. But instead I'm going to type so all the thoughts pervading my mind may escape into the cyber world and out of my head for a few minutes.

On the dining room table is jigsaw puzzle. I who love to make analogies thought how could this jigsaw puzzle be like my life. The point of a jigsaw puzzle is to complete a picture. It may take all of Thanksgiving break to construct but in the end it will be a beautiful picture of the "Arch de Triumph".

Now imagine that the puzzle pieces were alive and could move on their own, would they be able to complete the picture? I do not believe they could, because of their perspective (facing upward). They miss the overall picture. They cannot see what they are apart of. They exist in a two dimensional world.

I feel like that puzzle piece laying on the table. I know I have place in this world that I have been created for but I cannot see it. Maybe other pieces have to be put in place before I realize I am in the right spot.

I am created for a purpose just like everyother puzzle piece in this world. And together we put together a beautiful picture. If any one of us were missing there would be a hole in the picture. The picture would be incomplete. If we tried to place ourselves thinking we know better where we would fit, the picture would be distorted.

Only a human being can put together the jigsaw puzzle (Sadie may try but her paws are too clumsy and I don't believe chimps and primates would find any interest in the task). So we humans organize these puzzle pieces because we exsist in a dimension above them. We have a better perspective to see the overall picture. It may take us time to complete the puzzle but it will be completed eventually.

Just like the puzzle pieces, I have to look to the One who has a better perspective on life. He not only knows the grand picture but created it. He made me and created where I belonged and he is now enjoying his creation.

Now I think I tend to be a stubborn puzzle piece. I keep thinking I can help God out by finding my own spot. I think I have figured it out and wedge myself into the situation. Only for God to pull me out again and say "wait dear one... just wait.. I have the perfect spot for you."