Pieces of the Puzzle
I was staring into a solid area of white. Except for three black dots, there were no distinguishing colors. One Thousand precision cut pieces, each one had a specific, perfectly, interlocking place where it belonged--where it fit. But besides the two dark eyes and one dark nose, ALL the pieces of this puzzle were white! Somehow, when someone with a lot more skill than I-fit all these pieces together it would form a picture of a white polar bear with a backdrop of his native environment--snow! I have one daughter who knows very little about, nor has an interest in working puzzles. So she bought this polar bear catastrophe for her sister, thinking she would love it. :/ My other, puzzle-working, daughter and I know the best puzzles are the ones with lots of color, making for more fun than work. Being a lover of puzzles, I have often thought over the course of the last two years how very much like a puzzle our lives are. God fitting each piece of our story together perfectly.