Have you ever worked a jigsaw puzzle for days (maybe weeks?), painstakingly looking for patterns in the gray-nothing areas, struggling over some strategic places that just didn’t seem to have anything that fits…only to complete the puzzle and find there were actually missing pieces?
That was me with this puzzle. While purchasing some puzzles for the Grands, this one jumped off the shelf because it was reminded me of the first car I owned – a ’65 Mustang. I purchased it and looked forward to keeping my hands busy with this while The Hubby was travelling during July and the summer nights kept me indoors.
After 10-12 nights of working on it, one night the puzzle was complete. Well, not quite. There were two glaring holes from missing pieces, black holes that made the cars seem as if they had dented fenders and broken windshields. Not the finished product I had hoped for! For a few days, I searched under sofas and checked in all the places these two missing pieces might have hidden. About a week later, I realized this was as finished as it would ever be. There were a few options for me at this point:
- Blame the company who manufactured the puzzle for a faulty product.
- Shame myself or someone else for losing the pieces.
- Begin to view the picture as Finished and see the beauty in it.
I was somewhere between #2 and #3 when I realized how this applies to each one of us.
We all have missing pieces in our lives that shows the world a big picture of who we are. Some of those pieces were missing at birth, some were taken from us, and some holes have been created by our own doing. But the Master Designer sees the beauty in the overall finished work. I was convicted and reminded of a favorite poem, that tells it well:
My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaves so skillfully.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reasons why-
The dark threads are as needful,
In The Weaver’s skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.