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.

Whole.

Complete.

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…