And the pieces fit....

I am in the middle of a sea of paper making up some stencils to try and do some artwork. When you see a white page with the cuts taken out of the paper, if you looked at it you would probably think a primary school child was having difficulty making a paper snowflake. It's only when I add the paint that a picture will become apparent. Sometimes we struggle to make sense of all the things that happen in our life. Its only in realising that we are a masterpiece being made by God that things make sense. Ephesians 2:10 calls us God's workmanship, his poem - carefully crafted to fulfill his purposes.

Ephesians 2:10

^7-10Now God has us where he wants us, with all the time in this world and the next to shower grace and kindness upon us in Christ Jesus. Saving is all his idea, and all his work. All we do is trust him enough to let him do it. It's God's gift from start to finish! We don't play the major role. If we did, we'd probably go around bragging that we'd done the whole thing! No, we neither make nor save ourselves. God does both the making and saving. He creates each of us by Christ Jesus to join him in the work he does, the good work he has gotten ready for us to do, work we had better be doing.

Considering Lilly wrote a song called and the pieces fit it helps us remember God's place in completing our lives

I was like a Jigsaw with pieces missing, square peg and round hole
I'd try to climb a ladder but always slipping, high jump short pole
I was stained till he came and cleansed me,
I was torn till he came to mend me
It was a match made in heaven from the moment we connected

His grace for my shame
His death for my blame
His stripes for my pain,
And the pieces fit
His joy for my grief
His hurt my relief
My doubt his belief
And the pieces fit
And the pieces fit

I was like a story without an ending, a mystery with no clue
A maze where each direction is deceiving, with no one to lead you
I was confused till his answers reached me
Unaware till he came to teach me
It was a match made in heaven from the moment we connected

Its no wonder I've been made whole
since I surrendered my heart and my soul
with pieces missing, square peg and round hole
I'd try to climb a ladder but always slipping, high jump short pole
I was stained till he came and cleansed me,
I was torn till he came to mend me
It was a match made in heaven from the moment we connected

I was like a story without an ending, a mystery with no clue
A maze where each direction is deceiving, with no one to lead you
I was confused till his answers reached me
Unaware till he came to teach me
It was a match made in heaven from the moment we connected

His grace for my shame
His death for my blame
His stripes for my pain
And the pieces fit
His joy for my grief
His hurt my relief
My doubt his belief
And the pieces fit

Its no wonder I've been made whole
since I surrendered my heart and my soul