Puzzles

You can buy puzzles these days that have no picture supplied with them. A person could sit for hours, trying to find pieces that match, looking for vague similarities between pieces. Often, you could start piecing things together, thinking you have finally figured out the picture in the puzzle, only to find that the picture you are assembling is a picture on someone else's t-shirt.

How frustrating. And confusing.

Sometimes I feel like life is a puzzle. God gives everyone a bunch of puzzle pieces, but no picture. And I feel like I'm sitting here like a little kid: putting piecing together, but not knowing whether the images are in the foreground, or the background, not knowing whether the whole puzzle surrounds this image or not. I wish that God would give me a glimpse of the finished product -- that he'd put flashing lights around a certain decision, or come down with a big booming voice, telling me that "Yes, this is the right choice. This belongs in the foreground", or "No. Don't choose this. This is meant to be part of the background."
I know that in the end, the puzzle will work out. Each piece will have found its home, and it will be a beautiful picture of God's mercy and grace in my life.

But, man! I wish I could see the box....