I like puzzles. Chaos turned into order. Each piece in its spot.
But, have you ever done a puzzle and found a piece that seems like it should fit? So, you shove and push, maybe manipulate the edges a little to try to make it fit because for some reason you’ve decided it is the one?
I find myself doing this to my life. Sometimes forgetting that God has the perfect piece He is preparing and holding for the perfect moment.
My job isn’t to try to find something else to fit a spot, but to wait for God to show me that perfect piece at just the right moment and then act in obedience.
I don’t need to try to strong arm things into working that He doesn’t intend for me. His piece, his plan is so much better than the ways I try to make something work.