Scattered Pieces

I am reading a book. I underline. I star. I make notes in the margins. I am a scientist searching for evidence to prove my theory.

I am watching a movie. I am ever searching for proof, for answers, for clues to a mystery. I pause. I rewind. I capture quotations. I analyze. I am a doctor, diagnosing illnesses and finding cures.

I am entering into conversation. I make mental notes. I ask questions. I seek another perspective. I am an excavator, revealing knowledge I have not previously known.

I journal. I read the Bible. I sit with nature. I watch my baby marvel at wind blowing through tree leaves. I wonder. I imagine. I am connected to a force bigger than myself. I am an artist, a creator made in the image of a creative God.

I pick up the scattered pieces from a book here, a movie there, a conversation here, a divine revelation there, a life lesson here, a moment in nature there. The pieces are much like the the game pieces I find strewn around our home. I collect them, sort them, designate where they fit. I create something with them.

I do not panic when one piece is missing. I just continue to search, to diagnose, to excavate, to create, trusting the process. The missing piece will show up one day, when I’m not directly looking for it. I will run my fingers along it unexpectedly, and I will smile, like I’m re-acquainting myself with a long lost friend. I will slip the piece in its proper place, and find a completed thought worth sharing, worth writing, worth documenting.

But that is not the end. The mystery is ever unfolding, the search is always on, the scattered pieces always in need of a reshuffling, and I am willing to oblige.

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