Life isn’t a puzzle. Nothing has a “perfect fit.” I like to think life more like a painting. Everything’s splashed together blending and mixing, but there’s still some clear lines in places. But it turns out the same as the puzzle. It just takes more work to put together. But the picture is still as beautiful. If not more. You won’t have all the cookie cutter lines. It’s all smooth and seamless. Everything overlaps, and it takes more focus and patience to discover the final product.
I think of as God the painter, we are the brushes. We don’t understand what He’s making and it may seem messy from our view, because we only get to see one color at a time. We may get confused and don’t think these colors (events or emotions, life in general) should be going together. But we are just brushes, God knows what the final result will be. He knows how to paint. He knows these colors will blend well, and with a little work and time, will make a fascinating, unique painting.
He is sure of the outcome. But we are freaking out because this ugly brown should not be splashed among our perfect blue! It’s ruining the happy blue with a dark smudge. We don’t want to be coated in brown right now. We liked the blue. We don’t get why it has to be this way. But God knows that the brown among the blue will turn into a gallant ship in the sea! He knows what at the end of our life looks like, when He washes the brush and puts it away. But leaves us in view as He hangs the painting. He knows we will see that the ship of brown pain, the one that ruined our perfect happy blue day, was the vessel which carried us to the farther shore where we found a new brighter, maybe green, joy.
Maybe hard times have a purpose. Maybe God is painting the dirt right now. Giving you a foundation, to help things grow. Maybe He is going to be painting grass and flowers next? Maybe you have to understand the darkness in order to more thoroughly appreciate the bright greens some people take for granted.
Every brush is unique. Each brush produces a different texture. The textures change with time. Sometimes they loosen up and are easier to handle. Sometimes they get too clogged on one pigment and forget that there’s more colors. They cling to what they know, afraid of newness. Even if the new is brighter, warmer. Some brushes loose parts of themselves along the way, if the Painter is taking His time, it sometimes wears down the Brush, causing it to be worn out. But that’s okay, being tattered and broken just means the Brush was well used in the process of a beautiful masterpiece. The brush that loosens under the Painter’s hand it is more readily moved to another color because being smooth and loose makes it easier and faster to paint, making it quicker for the Painter to be able guide it to a warmer, lighter palette.
All sorts of lovely things can come from seemingly empty, dark places. If you just know how to add the light. And thank goodness God knows how to add light. We just have to trust in His plan for this painting. Trust that another color will come. And you might not understand why you have to be soaked in dark colors. But there’s a reason. And there’s a bright future. And a glorious plan.