I am married to a man who can solve a Rubik’s Cube in just over one minute. I’m baffled each time I watch him do it.
The moment he solves one part, he begins unmaking it in order to pursue the next level of completion. What I thought was accomplished now looks undone.
Once that level is complete, colors get even more jumbled as he puts other pieces into their proper places.
It’s a messy prospect.
I get a bit squeamish watching it.
But then, all it takes is the flick of a wrist…
And all is made right again.
I am that Rubik’s Cube.
This process of unmaking and rearranging of pieces is messy.
I’m holding out hope for that flick of God’s wrist…