~ THE WHOLE PICTURE ~
:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:
"It should be pointed out that physical
treatment is but a small part of the
picture."
Big Book Alcoholics of Anonymous;
Page 143
:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:. .:~*~:
Looking around a gallery recently my
friend and I were looking at a mosaic
picture. We pondered on what we thought
of it, and each of us had our own
ideas. Then as we chatted a thought
popped into my head. Now this doesn’t
happen often, so make the most of it.
The mosaic, of course, is made up of
lots of tiny tiles, each one seemingly
insignificant on it’s own. In fact if
you found one in the street, you
probably wouldn’t look at it twice,
never mind pick it up. Yet together with
all the other tiny tiles, pieced
together it forms an unusual and
beautiful work of art. I don’t expect
that all of the tiles are perfect, but
together they are whole. Together they
appear to be as one in unison with each
other.
Then came the second thought (yes, two
in one day). Some days for me are pretty
awful. I feel sick, or saddened. I turn
on the TV and the news is all depressing
stuff, and I think, where is HP while
all this is happening? A few years ago,
I lost my baby and nearly my own
life. Where was my HP then? Losing my
nephew at age 8 a few years later, I
really doubted that any God of anyone’s
understanding could help me with a
weight problem.
But today I see the wonderful days, the
glowing wonderful comforting days that
make life worthwhile. Who am I to say
that this life I’m living is good or
bad? Only HP has the 'whole mosaic’
picture of Life. Not just my life, but
my life touching another life. The
events happening in the world - again,
only HP sees the whole picture. He has
the lid of the jigsaw puzzle with the
main picture on it; we only have one
piece, just like the tile.
After I lost the baby, HP helped the
surgeons to heal me. I certainly didn’t
feel worthy; in fact I felt at the time
that I wasn’t even good enough to
die. Yet HP has stuck by me and has
given me so much. I doubt I’ll ever know
whose life or lives I may have touched
as a result of me being saved, but it
doesn’t matter. HP knows. HP cares.
ONE DAY AT A TIME . . .
I must remember that you and I are one in the eyes of our Creator. Not one of us is less than, or more than each other. Together we are one. Together we watch HP work miracles in our lives. Together, we are perfect as long as we are under HP’s direction. Mind boggling isn’t it?