The Puzzle

I heard once that our lives are like a puzzle. The pieces start out in a box all scrambled up together and one piece at a time the picture gets clearer. The thing is, with the puzzles of my childhood, I got tired of working the puzzle and it lay on the card table with no purpose and no clarity. Usually boredom, a rainy day, a frustrated parent, encouraged me to "work the puzzle" again. So with renewed determination I'd sit at the table and worry the pieces into place. At 49 years old, with some recovery behind me and with wonderful people in my life, I'm beginning to understand that the joy and satisfaction really isn't seeing what the big picture is going to be. It's putting my mind to work and concentrating on what's in front of me. The puzzle pieces are important, yes, but the big picture? God is the only one who knows, really knows, what that is. My purpose is not to "worry" the pieces into place. My purpose is to sit at the table.