Incomplete
The Call: Missing Piece — Jessica
You know that feeling like something is missing? And you just can’t put your finger on it? That until you find that missing piece your life is going to feel incomplete? Yeah. I’m there — but I’m actively searching. It will probably turn up under the couch cushions. Everything seems to disappear into them at some point or another.
Response: Walking on Water — Cheryl
Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art is not incomplete (at least, I don’t think it is), but my reading of it is. Remember when we bought copies, Jessica? I never made it past chapter two, but not because I didn’t like it. On the contrary, I loved it so much, I wanted to savor every word, every thought: thinking, reflecting, writing. But where did that get me? Almost nowhere! Ironic, isn’t it? Don’t think I’ve given up, though. I haven’t. The book has never made it to a bookcase. It has always been “in circulation,” so speak — ready for me to pick up at a moment’s notice, and it will remain in circulation until my ingesting of it is complete. Oh, an aside: before I looked at the book through my viewfinder, I never noticed the blue lines under the title.
I never really thought of it as my life being incomplete: more like my life was on hold, like God had pushed the pause button, and I was waiting and waiting for Him to press Play again. I generally no longer feel that way, thankfully convinced that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
I do remember…and sadly I just gulped it down and ran on. I think you may have chosen the wiser course. It does have a lot of beautiful gems in that do deserve pondering.
I like the idea of God pushing the pause button…that’s an apt description of the feeling too.