Most people take their kids to Legoland to build whimsical, lighthearted displays of creativity…and then there are those weirdos who somehow are whisked away by the MiniFigures on an allegorical pilgrimage of introspection and reflection.

Very few people are unbreakable, but even the unflinchingly resolute must be malleable as God shapes them into what He wants them to be.

And then there’s those of us whose stubborn hubris necessitated a complete world-shattering so that God could then start from scratch and mold us into more useful vessels. The new lump of clay is barely distinguishable from the previously diamond-hard briquette.

But sometimes, I try to re-introduce old Legos from bygone projects into my current existential pottery. Not only do these mismatched pieces look stupid, they temporarily halt further construction on my Life Project. And then sometimes when the comically stuck-on, idolatrous vestige inevitably clatters to the ground, I end up stepping on it…and we all know the pain of stepping on a stray Lego (somewhere between a hangnail and a kidney stone, give or take).

Thankfully, God doesn’t leave projects unfinished…I just need to trust Him and not use my own Legos to cheapen what, by His grace, can ultimately become a masterpiece

Philippians 1:6