Sitting there on the table was a half done puzzle. The pieces were strewn about the table and some still in the box. Somebody had started it and then just walked away. I sat down at the table with mindless ambition. I started picking up the pieces and just moved them around. I didn’t really want to put the puzzle together, but it gave my hands something to do. Before I knew it, a part of the puzzle’s picture had appeared. Soon I found myself engaging in finding and fitting together the pieces. Finally, the last piece was in place but there was still a hole in the picture. A missing piece! How frustrating. Then I heard the voice, “Miss, your mother is done with her exam.”
I sat in countless waiting rooms while my mother endured endless testing and exams in search for a cure for her cancer. In the hospital waiting rooms were puzzles for those who were waiting. In the end, my mother’s cure was a heavenly one, but as I reflect on the experience, my mind settles on the puzzles. How often do we spend countless hours trying to fit all the pieces of our lives together only to find that there is a piece missing? We search and search for the missing piece when what we are missing is God’s peace.
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” John 14:27 (ESV)
“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:7 (ESV)
Giving God the Glory 
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