Most of us have put together a jigsaw puzzle—or at least we’ve attempted it. We often refer to the image on the box lid, knowing that’s what the finished puzzle will look like. We go for the “low–hanging fruit” first—you know the corners and the edges, until we have the frame done. I’m not a very good puzzle put-together-er. Even so, I have a puzzle of the US Presidents and another of the Civil War that I do enjoy putting together.
An integral part of jig–sawology is the, mostly unconscious, faith we have in the puzzle maker: all the pieces will be in the box. Without that faith, we would not even begin the puzzle.
If we trust the maker of the puzzle to put all the pieces in the box—why don’t we trust God with the pieces of our lives?
The jigsaw puzzle of our lives does not have a nice box with a cover illustration of the finished puzzle. I think we often wish it did and sometimes I think we have our own idea of how our puzzle should go together—we diligently work on it, maybe getting the frame done; and we have plans. We know what goes in that upper left corner, lower right or perhaps the center. Then, there’s an event in our lives that is akin to someone upsetting the card table and our puzzle is all over the floor. In those moments we become disillusioned and I think sometimes we don’t even want to start the puzzle again, because we have this nagging thought that it will happen again—someone will upset the card table. I know I react this way.
Say you’re working on one of those 1000 piece puzzles and you don’t have the lid. You think you’re doing okay, until someone comes along with the lid and offers to help. You quickly realize that you’ve got it upside down and so you motion them to the chair next to yours and complete the puzzle.
God is that person. He has the lid to the box of our life puzzle. He knows what He wants it to look like when it’s done. So, again, why don’t we trust Him with the pieces of our lives? Our card tables are going to get knocked over—what a blessing to know that it doesn’t really matter. God still has the lid to the box and He knows where the pieces fit. A few years ago, when we were going through a hard time (our puzzle was strewn on the floor) a wise older man said something so simple, yet so profound to me:
You’re going to go through it anyway, so why not look for the blessing?
If we know—really know—who has the lid to our life puzzle box and that He can put it back together, then it’s a lot easier to look for the blessing.