Well, it's kind of like a metaphor...

The planets have danced
almost since time began,
Twirling, shining
In the great cosmic ballroom of the universe,
Keeping in time
to the music of emptiness,
the sound of a vacuum.

Where do I belong in eternity?
Can my voice be heard in nothingness?
Am I a piece in the puzzle, trying to work out where I fit in?
Do I belong here, there or somewhere else?

Am I in the right puzzle?


God is so much bigger than me.

Sometimes I think that when He made the world, it was like painting a beautiful picture, with every detail perfect, the smallest brush stroke and the tiniest dab placed there for a reason. And then sin came along and turned the painting into a jigsaw puzzle. Everything in the picture is still there, it's just all broken up, and mixed around.

Occasionally you come across a piece of the puzzle that makes you think, "Hey, this is really good, it's wonderful. I'm so glad I found it." Other times you'll find a piece that makes you think, "What on earth is this doing here? It doesn't fit in anywhere. This makes no sense at all."

Slowly you build your own little part of the picture (your very tiny part, I should say), and around the edges you have pieces that you share with other people, pieces that connect to other parts of the big picture. Sometimes they break apart, sometimes they just don't fit in the first place, no matter how hard you try to jam them together. Your incomplete part of the picture is always riddled with holes...which is the right piece to fill it? Can you imagine what it should look like? It's a tricky puzzle to work with - all the pieces keep changing shape. Just when you think you've got it....

Why else is it so hard to work out? Is it because we can never see the whole picture the way God can? Is it because we're trying to put it together with all the pieces upside-down?


OK, someone start questioning my sanity please....