"None of us were meant to match. We were meant to fit together. Two identical puzzle pieces don't fit.'"--Beth Moore
Sometimes I wonder why Larry and I can't match better. He thinks in linear terms, and I think like a bowl of spaghetti. He likes cars and machines. I like pretty necklaces and my kitty Harley. These are some of the more obvious differenes. Deeper are those in how we try to reach our goals. Though we have the same goals for our family, our eternal progression, we go about achieving them very differently.
When I look at my children and worry over them and their mates, I see many of the same things Larry and I struggle with. We each want the other to be more like ourselves.
And then I realize that that won't work either. What if Larry and I were identical? (Well, not really identical, but you get the point.) Neither of us would be happy because we would only reflect each other, rather than complement each other. I don't want to wake up in the morning and see a carbon copy of me. Yuck!
I want to wake up and see the person who completes me, who understands me, who puts up with me, who loves me despite all of that putting up with.
Joy for today: fitting.