The Puzzle

He sits on the floor with all the pieces spread out before him, some still upside down where you cannot see the part of the picture they will eventually make.

I tell him he should do the outside border pieces first but he does not listen and just grabs the one that looks like it might go with the other one in his hand.

He tries to make them fit.  He mushes his palm on top of them both very hard but the two pieces are not a match.  He is not ready to give up on them though and tries again.

I watch him struggling a bit and then he finally gives in and moves on to the next piece, the one he thinks will fit instead.

I feel like all the puzzle pieces are not fitting quite right in my life right now.  They are all there, in front of me, on the floor, with their ability to eventually go together.  To come out in the end as a masterpiece.

The outside border is done, the groundwork is layed for the beginnings of filling it all in to make it right and good.

But right now, they sit jumbled, some upside down, some showing their beauty, just waiting for me to join them all together…

To make the masterpiece.