I have a love/hate relationship with a lot of things in my life. Technology,the Cubbies, the Illini, Relationships, etc. All things that can get me really high or really low. And when they combine, there is a great potential for great highs and tremendous lows. It is a perfect storm of sorts, where Satan is able to take advantage of small things in life and combine them into one intimidating wall of stuff that we feel that we have to deal with.This natural disaster came around me recently.
You see the thing about the perfect storm is that it is not necessarily a typhoon of rain, but rather the exact opposite. Instead it can be the absence of something, and the absence was present this weekend. You see my life was not full of a terrential downpour of rain on the crops of my life, instead all I wanted was a little rain, and instead all I got was harsh sunshine.
This weekend was intimidating, unplanned, and out of my control. For those reasons, it was not exactly an ideal weekend heading in, but the opportunity was there for a fun time. Plus it was July fourth weekend which meant that it had to be fun, or at least I thought so. It was fun, but at the same time quite taxing. I enjoyed the company, but there were a lot of things going on that I just was not ready to deal with. It made me miss people in my life, family, friends who weren’t here, and especially someone who has been special to me for the last year. In fact today happens to be the day that we met one year ago. Alone not too bad, but in combination with other things that were happening hard to deal with.
Something that I have been learning is that relationships sting when they go bad, and it is not a small sting. Small things continue to rub dirt into the wound and make it hurt and fester if not properly attended to. Mine has not I am discovering as nearly a month later things still sting, badly. Something as small as a facebook notification, something that used to bring me great joy now, just depresses me. See what used to be the presence of a refreshing rain has oft turned into a desert of feelings. That brings me to technology.
Today I was at work and struggling once again with Internet and printing. The beauty of technology is that when it works effectively, great things can be created, it makes work less taxing, and generally improves life. After all, the idea of technology is that it makes life a little better, and a little easier. Today it made my day more difficult, and contributed to the weather conditions in regards to my perfect storm. I was having trouble printing out the pictures of a missions trip to put on a bulletin board, not a huge task, but a frustrating one if it doesn’t get done. Finally they printed and I was able to spend some high quality time cutting them out and getting them ready to post. I sat there cutting off the white edges and watching them fall to the table, never able to connect in quite the same way they had originally. I saw them go from being a part to being alone. Here is where technology re-enters, this time in tandem with relationships.
So one of the cool things about computers is the ability to edit pictures virtually. It can save a bad picture and improve a great one, the possiblities are basically endless. If someone cannot attend an event you can “photoshop” them in. It is a great tool of inclusivity, but with that kind of potential…
what about the opposite?
What about when you are cut out?
This is what I experienced yesterday. People that have the ability to make you feel your best also have the ability to take away any good feelings that you may have. And let me tell you, lying on the floor as a scrap is something that makes you feel like scrap without the “s”. You are essentially garbage. Unwanted. Waste. Unnecessary. Discarded. And these were the thoughts that I had as I realized I was cut out.
But then I realized, in thinking about my friends, haven’t we all been cut out at sometime or another. Maybe it hasn’t been a significant other for everyone, maybe it was a coach, maybe it was a parent, maybe it was a friend, maybe it was a complete stranger. We have all been cut out and left lying there, feeling all of those feelings of self-pity. But is that the only option? Isn’t there more or are we forced to accept our fate? This is the reason I write today. I feel like many times I accept my fate along with many others, because we have too good of a time feeling down. I think that if we turn to God he has a plan for all of us scraps. He simply did not create us to be alone, instead he created us to be in a colorful and diverse community of all different colors, shapes, sizes. I think of the image of a mosaic.
A mosaic is a picture that is made of many smaller scraps of paper, on their own they may seem useless, but together what a beautiful picture they seem to make. You see we can focus in our view on our scrap and feel alone or hopeless, or we can let the great artist that is God use each of us, every “scrap”, for his purpose. You see God has a great view than we do, he sees the entirety of the mosaic, not just a part of it. His expansive view is great and He is creating a masterpiece. He wants us all to be a part of it, we have to let Him and not wallow in self pity, instead letting Him place us where we belong… So in my storm metaphor let God be the weatherman. He knows what we need and knows where we fit in to the masterpiece way better than we do, although at times it may be hard to see that.
I think of when David is confronted in the Bible after the “Bathsheeba incident”. God says to David a great promise. After listing a bunch of things he has given to David 2 Samuel 12:8 says, “And if all this had been too little, I would have given you even more.”
Think about that for a second…
He would have given you even more…
Than you ever could have needed…
What a great promise. God is for us. He will provide. We will end up where we are supposed to in the great mosaic of his community. If we let Him. What a great comfort to a lonely scrap, lying on the floor.