connecting the dots
“Holy Wild” Week 2
Couple days ago, a young woman told me that she is beginning to understand that even random things in her life happened for a reason. Her seemingly insignificant experiences, encounters and the different crisis have been slowly fallen into their places.
Her stories remind me of my childhood games: Back in those days when we did not have fancy gadgets we would create our own games to keep us entertained while the adults socialized. One of our favorites was called ” connecting the dots”, we would put many dots all over a piece of blank paper, and the players would take turns to connect them, you scored a point every time you managed to make a shape with your connection. The game was simple, but it could take a long time to finish, and sometimes when we had time, we would color the shapes we made with different colors.
I see my life experiences are like these random dots on a page, the good and the seemingly ungood; the victories and the defeats; the right and the wrong choices—they seemed to be there haphazardly, with no reason or rhyme. So much of my life is trying to connect these dots, trying to make shapes of them, but just as I thought I made some progress then more dots appear. Sometimes it seems so futile.
God, to me, is a Great Designer, you just cannot figure out what He is trying to create on this piece of paper of mine. He is also a Great Mystery Writer. I love reading mysteries, and my problem is that I cannot handle all the suspense, and will cheat by flipping to the last chapter to find out what happens in the end. Most of the time the endings did not make sense to me because I had skipped so much of the plot, and then the other times, it took the fun out of reading. I realized that I handle my life like a book and I cannot wait to find out what lies in the future chapters…..but God really does not reveal the plot any time soon.
Last year I took up a challenging knitting project. I am not a good knitter, but I have done enough knitting that I am able to decipher or read a pattern. Usually I can figure out where a pattern is heading in a couple of rows. But this particular project was unlike the other ones, each row was completely different, and I could not figure what was going on with all the twists and unpredictable stitches. I got really frustrated in the process. It was not until I had knitted 40 rows that I started to see the pattern emerging. But just when I got one part figured out, then there were more changes. It was not until I almost finished the project did I start to appreciate the intricacy of the pattern. I had made a lovely lacey sock, and even though it was time-consuming and challenging project I am extremely thrilled with the end product.
Whether my life is a page full of dots, a slow-moving book or an elaborate knitting project, there certainly is no randomness, for every incident and experience is part of His design for me. For the next phase of my adventure with God, one thing I have to learn is to be patient, even though I cannot connect the dots, or know what is going to happen in the next chapter of my book, or see the pattern of my life, I need to relax and trust that things will eventually work out.
After all it is not the destination that matters but the journey itself.
“The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see. The act of faith is what distinguished our ancestors, set them above the crowd.” Hebrews 11:1-2 ( The Message)