Rubik's Cube( i gotta thank my friend maria for this)

"Sometimes I look down and realize my hands are clutching dreams--dreams of my Prince Charming in our suburban castle, surrounded by awhite picket fence, and guarded by a floppy-eared barking ferocity. Mydreams aren't bad, and they might even be God-given, but even God'sgifts can become idols in my tenacious clutch. They becomeall-consuming elements of my life, and they don't even EXIST! If Godhasn't transformed my dreams into reality, I sometimes assume theresponsibility to help Him."Remember the Rubik's Cube? In grade school, the multi-colored blockpuzzle entertained my classmates and me for many recess hours. It was amonumental achievement for me to get just one side of the cubecompleted. Then I'd look at the other five sides and realize howwoefully inadequate I was to put the whole puzzle together. No matterhow I twisted and turned things, it only got worse. In my hands, theoriginal design would never be restored."I had a classmate who was a master with the cube, and in frustration,I'd finally hand the mess over to him. The first thing he always didwas destroy the part I'd worked so hard to assemble. He'd twist andturn my one-sided masterpiece, until it looked just like the disaster Icould make. It was once again seemingly scrambled beyond compare.Inevitably, though, with a little bit of patience and a lot ofwrenching turns, his thorough knowledge of the puzzle always prevailed.With order restored, the cube became a perfect design of color andsymmetry. "I always knew it COULD come together, but try as I might, it wouldnever happen in my hands. Left to me, it was limited to a one-sidedsolution at best. But in the hands of a master, the scrambled, twistedmess wasn't even a challenge. "In the struggle to retain my life dreams and somehow make them happen,I've sometimes felt like a Rubik's Cube. Just when I get one side of mylife falling into place and making some sense, I realize that so muchelse is beyond my control. I am helpless to solve things, and in fact,I make a bigger mess and create more pain. "It's only when I hand it back to the Master Puzzler that there ishope. He may twist and change the whole puzzle, and it may appear to methat He's just created another disaster beyond repair, yet I know thatmy puzzle is never out of His control. Sometimes the transitions,twists, and turns of life make me creak and groan. I don't understand,and I don't see the solution. Sometimes I wonder what on earth He isdoing with my life, but I'm so thankful that He understands what Ican't. With a lot of patience on my part, and an expert series oftwists on His part, life takes on a whole new dimension. "The Master Puzzler often takes His time revealing that new dimension.He may choose to turn the cube a little more slowly, drawing out thegroan of the jumbled mess. He may allow great pain to course through mylife. But He knows the solution; He knows the way I must take. And Hecan get me there. "By the way, I don't even try to work Rubik's Cubes anymore-- even oneside. I guess after enough frustrating bouts with the puzzle, I learnedto leave it to those who know what they are doing."--Wendy Widder "Living Whole Without a Better Half"