Puzzling Day

Sunday was a puzzling day. I spent a good portion of my afternoon looking mostly for the piece with the yellow flowers and blue edge. As far as puzzle pieces go this one was elusive. I still haven’t found it. I know it’s in the box. It’s there. It will show itself eventually, it has no choice. This brings me to admit that this puzzle seems to be a pretty good analogy for my life. All the pieces are there. Right now, I don’t know where they all fit, I just know they will. When I stir up the pieces in the box some pieces look familiar, some don’t, some are face down, some rise to the surface repeatedly.

I had it in my mind to find this one puzzle piece with the yellow flowers and the blue edge. I started by moving all the pieces in the box to one end and slowly, one by one, sifting through the pieces looking for yellow flowers and for blue edges. I found the legs on the flying bug and was able to pop that into place right away. Then I found the crescent edges of the moon – three pieces that fit wonderfully and allowed the tops of the trees to come together in a string of puzzle pieces leading further into the center of my puzzle. As I looked for that particular piece to my puzzle (not to forget the yellow flowers with the blue edge), I found all these other wonderful pieces that I recognized, that fit, that make up this intriguing picture.

It’s not just a puzzle. I found myself wondering about all the pieces of my life – what I’ve done, what I’ve not done, what yellow flowers I have planted, what deep blue nights I have witnessed. It is nice to call to mind that all the puzzle pieces are here. Just because I can’t see where they fit, doesn’t mean they won’t. In fact, all the puzzle pieces will fit – it’s just a really, really big puzzle. I am not to forget that while I look for one particular puzzle piece there are plenty right in front of me that fit right now.