Monday, March 6, 2017


Ecclesiastes 3:1-20

My life—a jigsaw puzzle,
each piece necessary, but alone
lending no clue to the larger picture
and no box to guide toward completion.
Some pieces that appear to go together
don’t. Unlikely combinations surprise me.
Yet each piece a season, an event—some light,
some dark, but all unite,
making whole. Hope is learning to see
as the Puzzle-Maker sees, the
Imago Dei scattered across the table,
slowly coming into view as I connect
each piece. To see myself
fully human, fully
beloved when the image is not
what I imagined it would be—this
is the key to working
without a box, the key to
becoming whole.

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