Well, we are still quarantined and not allowed to visit other people, except by phone, e-mail or Facebook. I’m fortunate that I have my husband, Richard to talk with and fix meals for, so I’m not lonely.

We are doing very well and so thankful that we are not sick. We do watch a lot of TV, go on Facebook quite a bit, and I keep busy fixing meals and doing the word puzzles in The Daily News. I’ve heard that some have been busy cleaning drawers, sending cards, putting pictures into albums, and doing puzzles; I’ve only done a few small ones of 100 pieces but nothing big.

Actually puzzles are a fascinating project, if you want something to do.

Years ago, I read an article, about an 86-year-old man, Jack Harris, who spent seven years putting a 5,000-piece puzzle together, only to discover that the last piece was missing. He was so devastated and couldn’t find a replacement as that particular puzzle was out of print. The picture was of a painting by French artist James Tissot and was done in 1862. A British newspaper, The Sun, had commissioned a perfect copy of the lost piece to be made and when it was put into place its photographers were there to record the occasion.

As I read about this I began to have the thought that our lives are like a puzzle.

That puzzle was of the Prodigal Son, from the Bible (Luke 15:11-24), who thought that when he left his father’s home his life was all together. He had what he wanted, money from his father, able to be on his own; the pieces of his life’s puzzle were all in place. Only to realize several months later, that his puzzle had fallen apart and all he had left were a few broken pieces. Then, he remembered his father had servants and just maybe he could be a servant – at least he would have food to eat and a place to stay. So he picked up those dirty pieces of the puzzle of his life and went home. When his father ran to meet him and embrace him, the puzzle of his life finally came together. The big piece that was missing was his father’s love.

Like that son, we didn’t listen to our Heavenly Father, so He sent us Jesus, to be the missing piece.

No puzzle is complete without all the pieces, and if one is missing it will spoil the whole picture. In John 14:6, Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life: No one comes to the Father, except through me.” So you see, Jesus is that missing piece; he fills that space in our puzzle. Yes, Jesus is the, “Special Piece” and some people never find it or wait too long, and grow old still searching for the lost puzzle piece. If we put that lost piece of Jesus into our heart, and make Jesus the center piece and also the central peace of the puzzle of life; then our life’s puzzle will be complete.

I’m so happy that I found that missing piece to my life’s puzzle and that by living for Jesus my picture is complete, with no pieces missing.

Guess I’ll sit right here at my kitchen table, and relax by putting a puzzle together.

Jean Rudolph


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