The Maker

There have been countless times where God has whispered inspiration to me - for my writing - through the words of others. A few weeks ago, my mum came to me with some advice. As she thought about a situation I was going through, the image of a puzzle came to her. She told me I couldn't force the last piece if it wasn't made to fit - that maybe, there was another piece for me to find. My heart couldn't let that concept go until I dwelt on it a little more. This was the result:

The Maker

She runs a hand over each painted piece, fingers feeling the smooth wood of their meandering edges. They are scattered before her - moon, sun, stars. She has already found the framework. Royal blues, midnight skies. A determined mind has connected. She has boxed in her dreams, shielding them from a hungry universe. I have no room to breathe here.

She runs a hand over each painted piece, desperately searching for the answer. Three sided with a splash of deep green youth. She slots it in. Examining the horizon, she stretches out and grabs another. Three sided, dotted with a pale hue of blossoming promise. She smiles. Her safe haven is fitted together, the rest a jumble of spare parts, waiting to be chosen, waiting to finish this puzzle.

She runs a hand over each painted piece seeking comfort. Everything else has been carefully accounted for.

I have no room to breathe here.

The picture is there now. She is almost ready. It is a fragmented picture though. She grasps the last painted peace, a reflection of the soul, and tries to settle it into its empty home. She tugs, she pushes, she jambs it between past and present, but her future rejects this shard - no matter how much force she expends, there is a hole in her puzzle. The russet of wisdom and the sunny orange of faith shed light on her truth.

I am nearly done forming her, in all her perfect beauty. I hand her the missing peace. She leans into me and I wrap my arms around her. For now the puzzle is incomplete. But I am the maker, not she. I have captured her newfound trust in me. When the time is right, I will hand her a heart of the utmost brilliance. For now, my love stands in the gap, filling all voids. I am the puzzle maker.

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Hello World

There was a time when I was perfectly content to stay within the comfort of my mum's arms - free of worry, full of comfort, and surrounded by her warmth. There was a time when I was perfectly content to sit on my daddy's shoulders and view everything from up there - safe from the monsters under my bed, the insults of mean girls, and the reality that life can be messy.

And then I grew up. The dolls and stuffed animals were shelved, sitting there like benched team players, temporarily forgotten in the midst of new circumstances: high school, a cell phone, boys, spats with best friends etc. As I approached freshman-hood I no longer wanted to settle for the cozy confines of the nest I'd grown up in. I wanted to embrace being a teenager and experience the world for myself.

But as I prepare for my last year of high school (tear) I realize that I don't particularly like most of the world that I've experienced. As someone who is developing a relationship with her creator, learning how to love like He loves, I cringe at the selfishness, the greed, the lust, and the hatred that fills the atmosphere around me.

So I've made the decision to join the 21st century in this new fan-dangled thing called blogging as a way of reflecting on who I am, what I'm learning, and who I want to be. I'm blogging in order to share my thoughts and opinions, and I'm blogging because there's something everyone should understand - that the key to a life full of wonder and satisfaction is in loving, "...the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind." ~Mathew 22:37 If our world could get that...wow what a place it would be. So hi world wide web. Prepare for the heartfelt ramblings of Amy.