My Puzzle

I was praying for my family in late December, 2018, and I felt like I was having trouble putting together a puzzle.  How am I supposed to help my family when some of them aren’t even speaking to me anymore?

Father God broke into my fretting.  He asked “Will you trust me with your puzzle?”

I was a little girl, my arms full of puzzle pieces, some dropping to the ground as I desperately tried to piece the picture together.

“Will you trust me with your puzzle?”

You won’t lose the pieces? Mel and Billy, Owen and William?

“No, I’m keeping them here, in my heart.”

Relieved, I thrust the numerous pieces to the Father.  He gathered each one, and placed them one by one into his heart.  There was a glow, a warm glow emanating from his chest as he held my puzzle pieces in that intimate place in his body.  I knew my family was safe there, safer than I could keep them.  And that I was safe there, too.

Matthew 11:28-30 “Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Then come to me.  I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis.  Simply join your life (your puzzle) with mine.  Learn my ways and you’ll discover that I’m gentle, humble, easy to please.  You will find refreshment and rest in me.  For all that I require of you will be pleasant and easy to bear.’