screws.

so i once had this friend. his name was ridget, and yes he was a screw. now when he was created, the blacksmith (for the purposes of our story, he shall be named mr. smith) was very careful to make his spirals just right and make sure that the indent for the phillips screwdriver would fit directly on top of his head, and that he was the right color and everything. mr. smith cared very much about this screw. now the special think about mr. smith, as opposed to all of the other blacksmiths in the area, was that mr. smith made every single screw by hand and with care and love. he didn't mas-produce the screws, rather he took time and effort individually creating each one. and thus was the case with ridget. so ridget was created, and loved very deeply. and as ridget grew from a young screwling into a strong, capable screw, he began to experiment with what he could do and what he couldnt. he tried his spirals at cooking, but the lack of opposable digits made this rather difficult. so he thought about becoming a teacher, but alas he could not because he couldn't pass out papers, or open the door, or even sit at his desk. so one day while wondering through the yard, he found a couple boards that had become broken and needed something to hold them together. when he looked at the hole, he noticed it looked very smooth and nice and thought
          "hm, i think i might just fit in there" so he hopped right in and sure enough, he fit, and not only did he fit but he held the boards back together. "perfect" thought ridget, and he stayed there for many days. however he began to notice that while he held the boards together, he could never keep them in place for the kept slipping since the inside of the whole was round and smooth. but "no matter, i don't think i can do anything else so i might as well just stay here" thought ridget, and he stayed. a few days later mr. smith came along and saw ridget inside the hole in the two boards.
          "ridget!" mr smith said. "what are you doing??"
          "well, i'm holding the boards together! look i can do it, can't you see??"
          "oh ridget" mr. smith said. "i made you for so much more than just holding those boards together. i made you to keep them in place too!! why didn't you keep looking until you found a perfect fit??" and so mr. smith removed ridget from the unperfect boards and brought him to another set of boards that needed to be held together and held in place. and low and behold, these boards had a hole. and the inside of the hole was carved with perfect grooves that would fit inside of ridget's spirals, instead of being smooth and flat on the inside. ridget 'screwed' himself into the hole, and squealed with delight!!
          "look mr. smith! i fit perfectly, and i'm holding the boards together and holding them in place! this is spectacular!!"
          "i know ridget" said mr. smith with a smile. "this is what i made you to do, and you are doing it perfectly, better than anyone ever could!!" and they both lived happily ever after.

the end.

okay, so obviously i'm not a creative writer, but this idea popped into my head today so i thought i would give it a try. we were all made for something. God created us to be uniquely gifted and talented for a specific purpose. in ridget's case, he was created to hold things together in a different way then the nail would. but we get distracted by holes that don't fit us quite as well. we settle for holes that we kinda fit in, and we know that's what we should do, but we don't fit perfectly. our boards are staying. they're slipping quite rapidly. but the thing is that God created us for a specific purpose. when we settle for what we aren't supposed to be doing, then we miss out on the fullness and beauty and wonderfulness that God created us for. He made us so that we could delight in what we were created to do, and to do it superbly. look to Him to see what your entire purpose is, and delight in that with everything that you are. and i know you will live a full and satisfied life if God's honor and glory is the goal of your life.

i don't know if this made any sense, but i thought i would write it just for fun. and if you're wondering, no i don't make friends with screws...this story is entirely fictional.

in Him.