Jigsaw Joy

Completing a mystifying puzzle brings some great joy and satisfaction, while others wouldn't dream of spending a moment let alone days or weeks to patiently wait for the pieces to find their way home.

I'm by nature a very patient man, but not a puzzle player by traditional table-top, one thousand piece standards. I don't even own any puzzles though I do enjoy word challenges.

Now I'm not sure how many pieces remain to complete my puzzle. Over the course of my life pieces seem to have fit in couplets, a few at a time.

It hasn't always been great epiphanies, sometimes it's just been simple little everyday discoveries that have brought a little clarity or light to life's meaning.

This week my mother passed and standing over her last shallow breaths I was overcome with a calm, a comforting warmth, a spiritual reassurance of things to come.

While standing there a few more pieces fell into place. They fit perfectly and were so easy to maneuver around.

Again, I'm not sure how many pieces I have left. I don't know when the last piece will find it's way home, or what that moment will feel like for me.

What I do know is that the mystery continues to unfold before me. The answers to some of the more difficult pieces have become clear.

And as every new piece fits in place I experience another wonderful moment of jigsaw joy.

Pray on,
Eddy