If a little child can sit before his colorful pile of foam pieces and scheme and sort all with the intent of creating something that only he as the grand master builder can see - if this child can build thus, selecting each piece and setting it in the place he determines, delighting in his creation and enjoying his work - and if, when the pieces become unruly (and sometimes, you know, they will) and abdicate their assigned positions to leap off the platform their builder has put them on for a place they imagine more desirable, and the little builder sees this and lets them jump, and then simply, patiently picks them back up in his unhesitating hands and begins construction all over again, unvexed by the obstinacy of his foolish building blocks - and when at last the designer is content, the design is complete, and the master building grins a full-blown grin, giggles with pleasure like the child he is, and eyes his masterpiece in perfect contentment and utter delight - It is just exactly how he planned it should be.
And if . . . if a mere child can build thus - and I have watched them at work, even if you have not - if they, how much more God. How much more carefully, diligently, flawlessly does He build. How much more patiently, painstakingly does He handle the pieces heaped in a confused jumble before Him. How much more delightfully does He regard His completed design.
Delight in the Builder. Delight in His place for you. Delight in the other pieces. One day you too will see the perfect completed design.
