“And when the day comes and you find you’re holding the last piece, a piece that resembles a tiny droplet of water, you’ll notice the only place left for the piece to fit is on the very face of Jesus Christ. As you take your last breath and the final piece of your puzzle slips into place, you’ll realize the water droplet is a tear belonging to Jesus.
You see, He is so pleased, so deeply moved that you believed in Him, you asked Him for help, and now you’re finally home.
What a glorious picture that will be.”
If you think about it, your life is like a puzzle. You gather pieces as you grow, as you move forward in life, and learn about who you are. You begin collecting them from the first, “Why am I here?” to the last breath you take.
But you don’t know what the end picture is going to look like. Not really. You can dream of course, even take all the pieces you can find and try to force them to make the picture you want.
Take it from me. That doesn’t work.
I wanted to be a nurse until microbiology came into my life. I drove to Nashville to be a songwriter until reality smacked me in the face and asked, “Do you really want to do this?” I decided not to accept the flight attendant position when I learned I would need to drop my life the instant I was…
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