The Missing Piece Meets the BIG O

Blog time: YAY!

I enjoy every moment I get to sit down and add to this blog. It is so great to just write about what’s on my mind.  Now as some of you may know the title of this blog is the title of a book written by Shel Silverstein. I got three books in the mail today from my awesome Aunt Joy.  It was great to read them this afternoon and reflect on what their message was.

Lately I have just been feeling well about who I am. I haven’t been spending as much time worrying about what I am wearing or what my hair looks or if my makeup is perfect. I’m working on finding the natural beauty that God has given me and continue to embrace it each day. For the last five days I have been minimizing my makeup.  Today I started the next thing and that is not spending so much time on my hair. The straightener and blow dryer have done enough damage to my hair that I need to stop doing that, plus God has given these wavy curls so why shouldn’t I embrace those too.

So with that little update I will now explain these books.

The Missing Piece – Shel Silverstein

The Missing Piece Meets the BIG O – Shel Silverstein

You are Special – Max Lucado

I sat down during lunch and read through all three of them and although all of them were really great the one that stuck out to me the most of the second one listed there. I’ll write it up for you. It shouldn’t take that long to read but it will be worth it when you are done

The missing piece sat alone…

waiting for someone to come along and take it somewhere.

Some fit…

But could not roll.

Others could roll but did not fit.

One didn’t know a thing about fitting.

And another didn’t know a thing about anything.

One was too delicate.

One put it on a pedestal…

And left it there.

Some had too many missing pieces.

Some had too many pieces, period.

It learned to hide from the hungry ones.

More came. Some looked too closely,

Others rolled right by without noticing.

It tried to make itself more attractive…

It didn’t help.

It tried to be flashy

But that just frightened away the shy ones.

At last one came along that fit just right.

But all of a sudden…

The missing piece began to grow!

And grow!

“I didn’t know you were going to grow.”

“I didn’t know it either,” said the missing piece.

“I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece, one that won’t increase….”

And then one day, one came along who looked different.

“What do you want of me?” asked the missing piece.

“Nothing.”

“What do you need from me?”

“Nothing.”

“Who are you?” asked the missing piece.

“I am the Big O,” said the Big O.

“I think you are the one I have been waiting for,” said the missing piece. “Maybe I am your missing piece.”

“But I am not missing piece,” said the Big O.

“There is no place you would fit.”

“That is too bad,” said the missing piece.

“I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you…”

“You cannot roll with me,” said the Big O, “but perhaps you can roll by yourself.”

“By myself? A missing piece cannot roll by itself.”

“Have you ever tried?” asked the Big O.

“But I have sharp corners,” said the missing piece. “I am not shaped for rolling.”

“Corners wear off,” said the Big O, “and shapes change, Anyhow, I must say good-bye. Perhaps we will meet again….”

And away it rolled.

The missing piece was alone again.

For a long time it just sat there.

Then…

Slowly…

It lifted itself up on one end…

And flopped over.

Then lift…pull…flop…

It began to move forward…

And soon its edges began to wear off…

Liftpullflopliftpullflop…

And its shape began to change…

And then it was bumping instead of flopping…

And then it was bouncing instead of bumping…

And then it was rolling instead of bouncing…

And it didn’t know where and it didn’t care.

It was rolling!

I can start rolling by myself and stop trying to be someone’s missing piece. And soon enough when I’m rolling along all be able to roll beside someone else.