Puzzles and Life

When my daughter was learning to manage depression/anxiety, I was pondering what to do to help. My Mama worked a puzzle on the kitchen table at least once a month. I don’t know her exact philosophy behind this, but it brought us together as a family. You couldn’t walk by without stopping to help, and visit with Mama.

My daughter and I have a ginormous coffee table, so I went and bought a puzzle. One I could leave laying out for days while we worked on it. We would spend hours sitting there together with 1,000 pieces scattered across the table. We talked about anything and everything.

To make something beautiful out of the chaos. This is how life can feel at times.

We had a love/hate thing going on with the puzzle. You couldn’t sit in front of it without trying to get a piece to fit, but our favorite pieces were the last few. We felt accomplished when those final pieces would snap into place!

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Life is much like a puzzle. We get to take the pieces and fit them together into something beautiful.

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