We see the dark puzzle piece, or to use another metaphor, I’m seeing the black knotted threads on the backside of the tapestry. We are human and it hurts more than anything I’ve experienced. But I’m clinging to hope, knowing fully He is clinging even more tightly to me.
Trusting Jesus, who sees the bigger picture, the final tapestry. And I’m believing it is beautiful, though I can’t see it yet.
Hebrews 12:2
“…looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.”
Below posted by Liz Fisher on 9/2/18
Im now trying to put pieces together and it feels like putting a puzzle together without the box. Glimpses of beauty are there on some pieces but also those dark pieces that seem that they could never fit with anything lovely. What happened a week ago is one of the darkest of those.
We are all grasping to find the surrounding pieces that may point to how God plans to redeem an awful piece as this.
But Justin you see the finished product and it’s so much better than any of our minds can imagine.
