one of the things i used to love to do as a little girl was dot-to-dot puzzles. a highlight of a trip to the grocery story or the five-and-dime (boy, am i dating myself!) with money saved up from my allowance was going over to the toy section to look for a new book of dot-to-dot pages … once home in the solitude of my bedroom, the mystery pictures would come to life as i would go from one dot, to the next dot, to the next one using my different crayons. then as the puzzles got more complicated the older i became, instead of the boldness of crayons, i would use pencil. pencil with a nice pink eraser.
mistakes would be messy. mistakes would make the intended picture creation turn out wrong. it would not be what it was designed to be.
my life is that dot-to-dot picture. the chapters in my life.
sometimes the lines are drawn with extreme exactness, straight connecting clearly and cleanly.
other times the lines drawn are curvy, veering off the straight path of connecting the dots.
sometimes there is a pause, a hesitancy, an uncertainty of going forward.
sometimes the lines are drawn in boldness. there’s assurance of the path.
sometimes the lines are drawn with trepidation. there’s fearfulness, anxiousness, dread, misgivings . . .
sometimes the lines just stop, as if i were wallowing in something. something deep, something murky. . .
He tells me to arise…arise and walk! the suffering will not be wasted. it will be used to glorify Jesus.
the chapters of my life often said, “try harder.” when in reality, my slogan must be “trust deeper.” trust not in myself, not in others, but in the power of God.
the chapters of my life continue to teach me to embrace each new day. to trust that Jesus heals. He heals me physically, emotionally, spiritually, and relationally.
my Joy in the journey . . . He always surpasses my expectations!