There must have been a time when you entered a room and met someone and
after awhile you understood that unknown to either of you there was a reason you had
met. You had changed the other or been changed by the other. By some word or
deed or just by your presence the errand had been completed. Then perhaps you were a
little bewildered or humbled and grateful. And it was over.
Each lifetime is the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. For some there are more pieces.
For others the puzzle is more difficult to assemble. Some seem to be born
with a nearly completed puzzle.
And so it goes. Souls going this way and that, trying to assemble the myriad parts.
But know this. No one has within themselves all the pieces to their puzzle. Like before
the days when they used to seal jigsaw puzzles in cellophane. Insuring that all the pieces
were there.
Everyone carries with them at least one and probably many pieces to someone else's puzzle.
Sometimes they know it. Sometimes they don't.
And when you present your piece which is worthless to you, to another, whether you know it
or not, whether they know it or not, you are a messenger from God.
We are indeed each one piece of an incredible puzzle...a blessing to bring us all
together.
