Puzzle Pieces

I haven’t written anything (not even in my notebook) in a week, but it feels more like a month. I have so much to say and it feels as though I need to play catch-up with my thoughts; as though I could write for hours yet, a place to start seems hard to find. Hmm? Last week I read a book; one of those this could change your life if you let it kind of books, chances are you’ve heard of it, its called “The Shack” I found it to be strange in a wonderful kind of way, and I loved it.

I’ve been meaning to read this book for quite some time now, but honestly I am truly happy to have waited. I imagine that different people reading this story form their own view will inevitably walk away from this book with a different piece of the elaborate puzzle the writer put together; but all I could see was the piece that I held as I entered. Everything I write, anything that I say as I talk about God over the past, I don’t even know how long, always seems to come back to this same point; being in relationship with God. As I read this odd story of a man who encounters God through deeper pain than anyone should ever have to face, the words and concepts that stood out to me were of course nothing less than relationship. It’s all I want to do, it’s all I want everyone to know about and believe in, and this strange and lovely picture the writer creates through his words simply makes me want it all the more.

The reason I say I’m glad I waited is because, as I said before I already held this puzzle piece in my hands before I started the book, it simply added its own unique color to it. I’ve been talking baby steps on this path towards relationship for quite some time now and I do believe that had I not already started and had the piece in my hands I would have lost something, or rather been left with less color. So tonight as I write these words I thank God for color and the path He has me walking to be with Him, the scenery is beautiful and all I ask is to keep it coming. Thank You Father.