I was playing Bejeweled 3. If you’re one of the six people who don’t know what that is, it’s a matching game. I was trying to line up five red jewels to make a cube (cubes are good). But I suddenly found that the only move I could make without sacrificing my existing cube was to set off a bomb that would blow up several of my red jewels, and lose the opportunity to make a cube.
Here’s where this has meaning in real life. I had faith that setting off the bomb would rearrange the jewels in such a way that I could make another cube. I had faith that something good would come of something not so good.
And I find this happens a lot in life. If you look for it.
And, of course, I now have two cubes on my game screen.
I am the God of little things
The drops of sweat from a hard day of good work
A sip of tea on a summer day
I am the God of the swatches
Of the fabric of life