Sometimes I can't make sense at all of the world around me. At times, it seems I'm just wandering about aimlessly. Of course I know that's not true; my faith tells me it's not true. But it can feel that way. When I have a touch of illness, when tragedy strikes, when disaster hits on a large or small scale, things can seem frightfully bleak. Like monsters lurking, waiting to pounce, circumstances can grow larger and darker the more I look at them.
Some years ago, when I was facing a time of difficulty, it occurred to me that I only see a tiny part of the overall picture. God is the Artist, standing ready to make a Masterpiece of my life. I keep pulling the brush from His hand, but He always takes it back the instant I repent and offer it to Him. I have witnessed His great Mercy sweep across my stubborn smudges and work even those into His grand design.
Still, from where I sit, sometimes things don't make a great deal of sense. There seems to be no real pattern (I think at times). There can be a lot of dark. But I see only a small part of the picture, I remind myself. I'm like a jigsaw-puzzler responsible for only a tiny section - with no boxtop illustration to help me see how my little bit fits into the bigger plan!
My little portion, jumbled and dark though it may be, DOES fit into a much larger picture. This I trust as fact. Because God assures me of it, this I know.
One day I will see the finished work.
"Eye has not seen, ear has not heard, nor has it so much as dawned on man, what God has prepared for those who love Him." (1 Corinthians 2:9)
"We walk by faith, not by sight." (2 Corinthians 5:7)
"God makes all things work together for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His decree." (Romans 8:28)
"Now we see indistinctly, as in a mirror. Then we shall see face to face." (1 Corinthians 13:12)
|Adoration of the Eucharist, J.J. Espinosa, 1650|