She was ready to give up. The 1,000 piece puzzle with a nature scene was too daunting to even think about completing. I told her not to call it quits.
Two weeks later, I was hardly in the back door when Ms. Donna ushered me to the puzzle on the dining room table.
"Look at how much we've gotten done!"
Their progress had more than doubled. The remaining pieces were sorted by approximate color.
I went to work. We chatted loosely and ate chips while we fingered every single piece of the puzzle.
Some where instant fits. Others seemed to go to a different puzzle. Sometimes we'd get two or six in a row. Sometimes we'd have minutes where nothing worked.
Those were the worst. The times you begin to say, "Surely there's something better I could be doing with this Sunday afternoon. Why am I even here doing this? It's just going to go back in the box when we're done anyway."
And then you'd get a piece to fit correctly. Maybe even two. Or sometimes it would be more minutes before another piece worked.
Yet still hope had been renewed; we found the strength and determination to continue.
I began to pray:
God, I don't want to see the cover of the puzzle box. I don't know what the final scene will look like, and I'm ok with that. I just want the strength to be able to say, "I can do this for another day because I know You're with me."
Some puzzle pieces are instant, easy, obvious fits. Those are my favorites.
Some take a little more work. Some you're not even convinced belong to the right puzzle. Either way, I'm ready for the next piece.
I will complete this life puzzle, one lousy piece at a time.
The final product will be worth it.