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Some days I feel like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces from all the other puzzles mixed in. The pieces should all fit but they don’t and they never will. Other days, the jigsaw puzzle is just missing a few pieces. I look around for the lost pieces and they allude me. The puzzle remains unfinished.

The corner pieces are my favorite pieces. I look for those first. They are the foundation pieces. Next, I look for the outside border puzzle pieces. They fit nicely as if they were holding hands. Those pieces make sense. The inside puzzle pieces are what throw you. They are not smooth. They are jagged. Those are the ones that don’t always fit. Those are the ones that are usually missing.

Our puzzle pieces are our life experiences, people in our lives, and parts of who we are. My corner pieces are God, my faith, my husband, and my children. The border pieces link my dear friends and prayers. This is what keeps me going. They are my framework.

The inside pieces are a hodgepodge of my life. Some pieces are smooth and beautiful. Some pieces are tattered and bent. Some fit smoothly. Some are warped. All the pieces are real but some of them should never have been in the box.

My puzzle has no pretty picture on the box to work from. I don’t know what my puzzle will look like. I suppose none of us do. I do know that God knows what the picture looks like. And with His help, I continue to put the puzzle together. Some days it is a joy. Some days it is a struggle. But I continue to work on it.