God bless my mother. She’s a multitasker: housewife, independent woman, strong-willed, and a perennial handywoman. God also bless my sister; a royal pain in the tuches, but you gotta love her wit!
Earlier today, they were assembling a desktop that my uncle bought for his PC. (There are still boxes to put in, get out, and the like.) This I am fully excited to; a holiday weekend sharing his laptop with my sis and I is more than enough! So they opened the box and the care of the pieces wowed me! The instructions were in English, French and Spanish. We looked for assembly videos in the web, but we couldn’t find any. We did find, however, that the instructions were pictorial.
My mom was exasperated for my overuse of technical jargon, so she woke up my sister and isolated me to find stuff. With the pleas of not falling and breaking the glass (I’m high-maintenance), they eventually uncovered a problem: the sides couldn’t fit. It became a plethora of mounting and dismounting until both sides fit, near 1:00 pm. Yet, part of it didn’t… fit well; a small hole was left in.
So I thought: Are we like that? Some assembly required? (Didn’t see this in the box!)
And what about that wedge? Honestly, I don’t know; at least, the table is near ready, soon to be used.
Earlier today, they were assembling a desktop that my uncle bought for his PC. (There are still boxes to put in, get out, and the like.) This I am fully excited to; a holiday weekend sharing his laptop with my sis and I is more than enough! So they opened the box and the care of the pieces wowed me! The instructions were in English, French and Spanish. We looked for assembly videos in the web, but we couldn’t find any. We did find, however, that the instructions were pictorial.
My mom was exasperated for my overuse of technical jargon, so she woke up my sister and isolated me to find stuff. With the pleas of not falling and breaking the glass (I’m high-maintenance), they eventually uncovered a problem: the sides couldn’t fit. It became a plethora of mounting and dismounting until both sides fit, near 1:00 pm. Yet, part of it didn’t… fit well; a small hole was left in.
So I thought: Are we like that? Some assembly required? (Didn’t see this in the box!)
Restore me to the joy of your salvation, and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. (Psalms 51:12, NIV)We have wedges in our hearts: broken pieces, eaten away by sin, hate, or just plain waste. And how come we turn to God as boxes, saying in über-fine print, “some assembly required”? He takes the time willing to fit us back again, not really having the need to. Those wedges He restores: he transforms us, lifts us, or leave them that way. Why so? Aren’t we complete in Him?
And what about that wedge? Honestly, I don’t know; at least, the table is near ready, soon to be used.
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