They’re the previous generation’s version of Angry Birds or Bejeweled.
But I must confess: I absolutely love them.
So I make the kids I nanny for do them with me 🙂 hehe
But it’s really neat to watch the excitement in their eyes when they get a piece that fits.
Now, I’m just gonna be straight: I’ve got mad puzzle skillz. Yes, with a Z.
I know, I’m a pro 🙂 Hold the applause 😉
But kids don’t know this method.
So they’ll be like, battling exhaustively with an edge piece — or for heaven’s sake a corner piece — for like 5 minutes. So I’ll gently ask, “Do you want some help with that, buddy?”
“No, no! I can do it!”
Five more minutes pass. They’re still struggling.
“You sure you don’t want me to help you?”
“No way, I got this!”
So I’ll sit by, and watch them strain tirelessly, meanwhile, knowing exactly where the piece goes.
Until exasperated, they’ll say, “Ugh! Help please!”
*Please note: I am in no way, shape, or form comparing myself to God.
But I bet that’s how He feels. He’s up there, ready and willing and wanting to help, but we’re too stubborn, or determined, or proud, or whatever to ask for help. We want to do it ourselves.
And what father, or babysitter, would forcefully snatch the puzzle piece out of the kid’s hand and be like, “Here, let me do it, you moron!”
God wants us to ask for help.
Gosh, I spent a lot of years struggling with a particular puzzle piece of my own. Anorexia is a lingering disease. And even though you can get in a “normal” or “nearly normal” weight range, inklings of the disease can still loiter: whether that’s overexercising, binging, restrictive eating, orthorexic-tendencies, body dysmorphia – for me, it was (and still is) self-love/worth issues. Which, I’m making strides in that area, but I still have a ways to go.
And sometimes, we can mistake that struggle for God’s absence or indifference.
But have we ever considered that maybe, just maybe, He’s standing by, just waiting for us to ask for assistance?
How long in my recovery did I struggle and slip up time and time again because I thought I could do it myself?
It was my pride that kept me from seeking help, both from God and from others. Pride that, “There’s nothing wrong with me.” Pride that, “I’m capable of doing this myself. I don’t need help. I’m better than that. Recovery is beneath me.” How truly ugly those thoughts were. That sickening pride kept me struggling my with my “puzzle piece.” Kept me from freedom.
All I had to do was ask for help.
But I don’t know. God often times winks at us when we least expect it.
So let me ask myself and y’all this question to ponder: “What’s stopping you from handing over the struggle?”