I’m terrible at making friends. The bosom-buddy kind of sister-friends. I know a lot of people. I have friends who love me (and whom I love too!) in various degrees. But the kind of pal that just pops in? The ones I could call after midnight just to share a silly joke or an ugly cry? Those are a rarity in my life.
This connection business is hard work. There are so many elements to being connected, that to think of it as hard work is underwhelming. In order to connect horizontally, I need to make sure that I’ve got something to offer.
I need to be an appealing jigsaw piece that connects to it’s right match. Sure, there are tons of other pieces that seems to fit pretty well at times.
But pretty well doesn’t always mean that it’s right for either piece.
How do I get something to offer? By the vertical connection. I need to be connected to God. He’s the Life-Giver, the Creator. I was designed with a specific, tailor-made plan for my life. I need to stay connected to Him, the power source.
I don’t want to be one of those gorgeous, ornamental table lamps. The shape and lamp shade are perfect & exquisite. A lamp that could offer the perfect amount of light in the right setting. Yet, are completely useless if they have no light bulb connected to its socket.
