THE PUZZLE PIECE

Are You satisfied with my sacrifice?
Are You satisfied with me?
If there is any other thing that You want from me
I will give to You until You're satisfied 

That was the song I found myself singing as I sat up in bed that morning.
It's been a long night. A long night of lessons. A long night of repentance. 
What was I repenting of?

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I had just come back from an outreach. It was a long day but who else deserves the best of my day if not Jesus? Seeing men turn their hearts to the Lord is my greatest desire.
As I laid down on the bed, I began to recall how the Lord started with me. Giving my heart to the Lord Jesus at a tender age of 7, being filled with the Holy ghost at age 11, I have not had a reason to turn back. 
I wasn't the kind of person who only loved Jesus in my heart. You can't stay close to me and not hear about Jesus from me.
I know I've made sacrifices for the Lord. I've missed lectures, endured hardships, given lots of money to the Lord and His work.

"Lord, I love you dearly. I'm glad to make these sacrifices", I muttered as a closed my eyes gently before drifting into the Dreamworld 

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"Aunty Sandra! Aunty Sandra!",Simdi shouted with excitement 

She was my favorite niece. I'd largely learnt how to be a mother with my Simdi. This pretty girl was everything adorable. Before I could go upstairs to greet her father, who is my brother, I felt her tiny hands dragging me to her room and I succumbed.
"Aunty, dad just got me this puzzle. It's a house. He said he'll buy me ice cream if I can fit them in properly. Can you help me? I really want to eat ice cream" she said with so much emotions
I couldn't refuse my baby girl so we started fitting them in. She gave me the pieces while I fit them in the appropriate places.
"We're almost done baby. Give me the last piece and you're sure of ice cream" I said stretching out my hands 
"Simdi give me kwanu " I said again but she wasn't letting go

"I have given you all the pieces. I want to hold this one. This is just the last one " she said 
"But you want a house. There's no house without a window. If daddy sees this gap he won't buy you ice cream" I said compassionately 

Simdi kept insisting she loved the silvery coloured piece that was for the window. I decided to leave her to do whatever pleased her but before I could open the door to leave, she started wailing,"I need a complete house. Daddy won't buy me ice cream with this"
"Toh! Let go of that piece and get your house complete or hold unto it and forfeit ice cream" I shouted but she kept wailing 

Foolishness is truly bound to the heart of a child. I need a rod of correction to drive it far from her. 
As I made to spank her, I heard His voice- Don't touch her. You're no different from her!

I turned to see Him. My face fell immediately. As I looked towards Simdi the puzzle piece had been labelled "Relationship"

"How can you desire a complete house and a complete life yet withhold that piece from me? You can only have your house when you let go of all the pieces " He said 

"But Lord, I've really given you my all- my time, my money, my strength, my academics. I'm already 29. My chances are getting slimmer with each passing day. Is it wrong to just work this out for myself. Please allow me to work this part out" I cried

"Sandra, I've seen your enormous sacrifices yet I still want this. It is an "All-or-none" response. It is in the breaking of your Alabaster box and letting all out without reservations that I'm pleased. So choose between holding back that piece OR letting go of it and having Me build you a house?" He said with a tone that suggested finality

Here was I locked up in my mirage of trying to work out my relationship and here was a Father who wanted to build me a house.
For just about how long have I restrained Him because I held tight to a tiny piece of puzzle? Of how much importance is a piece compared to the entire house?
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Forgive my foolishness Lord!
Help me always to see through Your eyes always.
Help me to see that the You're not mismanaging my life
Help me to trust the intelligence of the Omniscient One
I'm willing to let go of this puzzle piece 
And Lord, if there is any other thing that You want from me, I'm willing to give to You until You're satisfied 

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The End

Comments

Favour Agaezichi said…
Help me not to withhold any aspect of my life and being from you dear Lord.🙌🙇🏼‍♀️
March 15, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Francis Sonka said…
God help me, it's All - or - None
March 15, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Anonymous said…
Lord help me 😭
March 22, 2025 at 6:53 AM
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