Had this on my spirit to share with you! As I was writing, I thought of you. You who are wondering, did God forget about me, or what is happening to me? You who are discontent in your season of waiting, you who is questioning God in your despair. You who is lonely, you who is depressed!
This is for you!
All things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.Romans 8:28
How many of us can quote this scripture?
Or how many of us sing it?
🎶All things, work together for my good! 🎶
And how many of us actually believe those words, or better yet, do we believe that ALL things, no matter the limit, or possibility of it, work together, for our good?
A few years ago this scripture came alive to me in my living room. I was puzzling! Yes I was puzzling! Putting together a puzzle, of 500 pieces I believe, for the first time.
When I heard!
You need all pieces, don’t you?-Inner voice
Yes I needed all pieces of the puzzle, to complete my picture.
I needed the one with a funny edge, the one’s with barely any color on them, the ones with too much color, one with weird shapes, that didn’t seem to make ANY sense, no matter where I try to fit it.
You see just like in real life, you the creator of your puzzle are in need of all pieces, not just the good ones, or the colorful ones, no you need ALL pieces. Buying that box of puzzle at the store, we have confidence that the puzzle box has all 500 pieces in it.
Not 499, or 450 but exactly 500 pieces!
Good memories, bad experiences, unpleasant circumstances, happy moments, sad moments, seasons of draught, and seasons of abundance, somehow create my perfect picture.
And in ALL things, I as the peice should not be mad or upset that my life has little or too much color, or some seasons are better than others, because in the end, it all makes sense.
When the creator is done with me, I am put together just how he designed me in the box.
Let us pray!
Father forgive me, for my complaining and my grumbling, my doubt, and my shame, that things don’t work out the way I want them to, or expect to. That at times I see the bad, when in reality you are putting together my puzzle, for my good. My creator, my master keep working on my puzzle, and help me to accept my fate as your daughter or son, to be exactly where we are supposed to be. Help Me NOT to complain, or be discontent in my season of draught or famine, help me to trust you, and place my confidence in you. In your name I pray, amen!
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