history- and His story
one piece at a time
I picked up the tattered puzzle box off my bookshelf and carefully dumped out the pieces. Little parts were stuck together, weathered from age. Would all the pieces be here? I thought this phrase in my mind many times as I carefully sorted the edge pieces from the rest of the bunch. I wouldn’t know until I actually made an attempt to finish it.
It’s pretty awesome how I ended up with this puzzle. I have always enjoyed putting puzzles together, and my husband and our girls have started a tradition of doing puzzles when we take vacations to the beach. Well, I had written a blog post about how our family enjoys doing this, and one of my family members happened to read it.
Several months had passed, and I had taken the girls with me to visit my granny. My aunt was also there when we arrived and she said she had something for me. My granny had been cleaning out the attic, and she had found a bunch of things she wanted to give to the Salvation Army. This Last Supper puzzle was one of them. It sat in the trunk of my aunt’s car for months. Then she read my post, and thought I’d like to have it.
When she handed it to me, I immediately looked at the box, and it was marked with the exact year I was born- 1977! How cool was that?! My granny couldn’t remember how she got it, but it was like the puzzle had been waiting for me all this time.
What my aunt didn’t know was that I have always wanted a picture of the Lord’s Supper to hang in our dining room! Isn’t God the coolest gift-giver? Not only was I given a Lord’s Supper picture- but one I could spend hours of quiet time with Him putting together. A double-blessing for sure!
I finally took it out of the box the Saturday before Easter to work on it. It looked like someone had put it together before- little groups of 4 or 5 pieces were stuck together- just enough to help me get going.
I kept hoping all the pieces would be there. After all, it was 37 years old! I finished putting together the jug and there was one missing brown piece. I didn’t give up. I started on another section and kept going. The next day, I looked under the tablet to pick up a napkin, and sure enough- there that little brown piece was- resting upside down on the floor!
I thought about how easy it is for me to give up. Sometimes I can visualize my goal, but can’t see all the little steps in between. I think that really is God teaching me to turn to Him- every step of the way. As silly as it might sound, I trusted that these pieces would all be there. They just had to be!
As the evenings passed, my youngest daughter sat with me for short bursts of time, fitting little pieces together. We cheered a good “woohoo” every time we got another part finished.
I thought about how every single piece matters. Every little piece- an important part of the whole. God uses all the pieces- even the seemingly insignificant piece of our lives to teach and mold us. And we wouldn’t be complete without them. Every acquaintance, every relationship…every situation, every circumstance…all these little pieces make us who we are.
Every piece was there. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I was grateful. Grateful that every piece was there- and grateful for all the little pieces of my life that have made me who I am. I am thankful for this beautiful picture, and even more thankful for the time I spent praying, thinking, and spending time with my daughter putting it together. God sure is awesome 🙂
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you. Psalm 139