I love doing puzzles. I can sit for hours separating the pieces, grouping them together, and fitting the pieces together to create the final picture. I usually continue working on them until I’m done–which is why I don’t work on them very often anymore–not enough time!
It’s frustrating when I get close to completing a puzzle, and realize there are pieces missing.
Disappointing.
I think that’s why it’s been so hard for me to deal with only fragments of memory.
I want to see the completed picture.
I don’t even have a picture on the box to look at and anticipate.
I have no idea what the final result will look like–
that is if I ever find all of the missing pieces.
Frustrating.
But whoever said surrender was easy?
I think I’m beginning to accept that I may never have all of the pieces.
Christ, in His mercy, is slowly showing me that I don’t need all of the pieces.
I’m beginning to believe that He will fill in the gaps with His love and His beauty.
I’m remembering His promise to make me whole.
I know that the more I surrender, the closer the final result will be to His image, and what He has planned for me.
Quite an experience–putting a puzzle together by faith and not by sight.
In anticipation of the final masterpiece…
