The Missing Piece

The longer I live, the clearer it becomes, the fact that all of humanity is in a constant search to be made complete, to be made whole. But to be made whole with what exactly, or with who? Are there many pieces that can fit, to make complete the puzzle of life? Or is there just one ultimate piece? In the short time I have been allowed to live, observe, and experience this life for myself, the answer has become undeniably clear. The blinding scales of my eyes have fallen, and the answer has been revealed, from the wondrous creation all around, to the inner most working of ones heart. All of life is on the move, just as the blood flows, never ceasing to rest until the day of reconciliation beckons. The creation itself grudgingly reacts to the changes in seasons. In the barren winter, the bitter cold lays to slumber the hopes of a long surpassing warmth. But in the spring, the ice and snow gives way once again, to the heat of the suns fiery rays, and all of life rejoices. Could it be that this universal longing is the unavoidable pursuit to fill a void within all of us? A void that was imputed within all of creation due to an act of willful separation from an ultimate love, which produced a hurt like no other, that tore a hole in all of us. Such an act could be the only reason of the yearning, and brokenness that remains. Oh, to experience such a glorious thing, a perfect love, and then walk away, only to realize that nothing, and no one, could ever fill that void again. Our walk has lead us far astray, so much so, that we have forgotten what that kind of love looks like, and have lost hope of ever regaining it for ourselves again. And so, we tirelessly pursue cheap solutions and shallow replacements… such as a subtle laugh, a gentle hug, a kind word. Good as these things can be though, they inevitably fade away, falling short of ultimate love. For they were only given to us to offer us a taste of what it is we are truly missing, and then taken away so that we do not get too attached as we are so often prone to do.  Some though, unfortunately, choose to wander farther off the path, and fall into thee abyss of self destruction. Nonetheless, we should be so very thankful, for He is calling us still. Calling out our name, to come back into His arms. He has never stopped calling us. Calling us home. So that we may experience the fullness of His unwavering and everlasting love. A love like no other, one of which has overcome the whip, the thorns, the floggings, and the spikes that this life can drive through the very heart of man. A love that has conquered death and that is so strong, it has pulled us up from the pit of eternal despair. If we would but look up to see, the strength in His out stretched arm. If we would but open our ears, that we may hear all of creation is crying out His glorious name. We would but realize that we too, have been crying out His name all along. For the one who created the void, is seeking for us to choose for Him to fill it, for love must be a willful choice. As we have chosen to walk away from our loving Father, we must choose to come back to Him. The Lord our God, has sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to lead us home. He has passed through the abyss, and hiked through the wilderness to find us. To find you. He is ready to lead you home.

Let the heavens rejoice, and the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it.  – Psalm 96:11

And Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” – John 14:6

They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved; you and your household.” – Acts 16:31

And He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. – Revelation 21:4

“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” – Matthew 7:7