I am spending a lot of my time doing jigsaws at the moment. Each one I do passes through a time in which I cannot imagine that all the little shaded pieces will ever form one, complete, meaningful image. 'This one', I think, 'I just can't do. It'll never happen.' And each time it does. The picture emerges and all the pieces have somewhere to fit.
My life feels a lot like a jumbled jigsaw. Perhaps, in this concrete acting-out, this parable, I will find the confidence that all my little pieces will fit too.