Puzzle Time

Ephesians 2:10 For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.

In an attempt to bring a little calmness back to my hamster wheel life, the boys and I have been spending our evenings working together on a puzzle. There is just something special about that time for me. There are no electronics. There is no running around. No yelling. Puzzles tend to bring your voice level down and make everything just a little bit calmer.

My goal for these moments is uninterrupted quality time with my two darlings. They are growing up on me. The vastness of their childhood that once stretched on for miles seems to be shrinking every single second.

I also find it amusing that my boys approach the puzzle in two completely different but predictable ways. Their personalities shining through completely. Brady is careful. He is precise. His hands are made for putting together puzzles after hours and hours of building Lego sets. He will spend time looking for just the right piece in just the right order.  Puzzle time with Brady is peaceful and relaxing.

And then there’s Eli. He doesn’t get this whole puzzle piece fitting into another puzzle piece thing. If it doesn’t fit, he makes it fit.  He will cram two pieces together and keep on going. Not caring whether they fit together or not.

It’s pretty amusing. As his mother, I praise him and move the pieces apart when he’s not looking. He’s too busy cramming two other pieces together to even notice.

It’s in these moments I laugh about how I try so often to cram certain things into my life that just don’t fit. God is clearly telling me that they don’t but I keep on pushing anyways. I am stubborn just like Eli and I refuse to see that my two pieces are not supposed to be together. Thankfully, just like I do with Eli, Jesus moves the pieces apart for me when I refuse to do it myself.

I’m grateful for a God who continues to love me endlessly. Even with a few bumpy areas that refuse to sit down.  Not smooth and complete, like I would like it to be, but broken and awkward.

Stubborn but thankful.

Thankful for a God who is always working, carefully and precisely, on His masterpiece.