I AM A JIGSAW PUZZLE
My mother worked jigsaw puzzles. There was rarely a time she didn’t have a
puzzle started. Putting together jigsaw
puzzles has rules. Rule 1: Border first.
Rule 2: It is okay to say you
will only be a minute, when you know you will stand there and search till you
find the piece that should jump right out at you. Rule 3:
You never put the last piece in someone else’s puzzle without asking
permission.
I am my mother’s daughter. Sorta.
I agree with rules two and three.
Rule one might apply to a kid’s puzzle or a 300 piece puzzle, but – and
my mother is spinning in her grave – I no longer put the border together
first. Those pieces go back into the
box, until I have room on the table or until the rest of the puzzle is put
together. This started when puzzles
increased to 1,000 pieces and larger. A
1,000 piece puzzle barely fits on my card table and a 2,000 piece puzzle had to
be worked in sections and assembled on the dining room table. Even if I don’t put the border together
first, I am my mother’s daughter. I love
to work jigsaw puzzles.
I am a jigsaw puzzle. My life is being assembled one piece at a
time. It is a mix of bright, beautiful
colors and dark, scary colors I wish weren’t there. Words and pictures appear as I am assembled. In the middle is a baby. Darn, I was a cute kid. From there pictures appear of family, good
times and bad. Then another face appears
and I remember the joy of finding true love.
Children. Friends. Illness.
Death. Work. Moving.
Travel. Church. Swirls of color surrounding each as I aged
and learned and moved forward or struggled and stayed in one place too
long.
When I see my puzzle, I realize
there is one constant presence visible in each piece.
You have made known to me the paths of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence.
Acts 2:28
A puzzle has an end. The border will come out of the box, the last
piece will be placed, and the puzzle will be complete. BUT, the puzzle, of my life, does not have a
border. My puzzle will continue to expand
and grow as pieces are added. Some
pieces will be bright and beautiful.
Some will be dark and scary. No
matter what, the presence of God will continue to be visible in each piece.
1 comment:
Beautifully written!
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