My Favorite Toys by Elizabeth Erin Puckett

Legoís were always my favorite as a little girl. We used to have three huge bins of them and my older siblings and I would pour them out and spend hours making towns and whatever else we could imagine. Those are such good memories. I remember when we first taught my little brother, Gabe, to play with them. At first weíd build things for him and then let him play with them but he got bored of that pretty quickly. So, he began building things himself. It didnít always turn out the sturdiest or look like anything in particular but he loved building regardless. And then heíd tear it down and start all over again. Little by little he learned what the ingredients for the tallest tower or squarest house were and at almost four he can build you just about anything. 

Iím starting to think that Jesus really did have something when He said we must come to Him like little children. You know, Gabe finds the greatest joy in building. His creative mind and little fingers love putting things together to make something bigger. Isnít life a lot like this? Except maybe weíve lost the joy we used to have in building. No, itís never easy to watch your towers fall down or to have to tear them apart yourself. Itís never pleasant to hear someone critique your creation and point out its weaknesses. But the pain that comes with realizing you have to start over or tear down some walls also reminds us that we are never done building. What would we do if God gave us a finished house or the tallest tower the moment we opened our eyes? What fun would there be in life if we had no work, no purpose? No, God knew what He was doing when He gave us life. 

Itís not easy when you live in the houses youíve built. Itís not easy when youíre in love with your towers. Itís not easy when youíre used to the way that tower sways or the way that house leans. Itís heartbreaking; itís shaking. Itís like watching as the one thing you know to be true is demolished. Youíre going to be scared. Youíre going to be confused. You might lose hope and faith. You might run to something else and cling to something you shouldnít but you will never learn to build if you give up when your first towers fall and your first houses donít look very house-like. If your world falls apart, let it go. But always rebuild it again with God as your foundation. Always rebuild.


by Elizabeth Erin Puckett