Puzzle Pieces Revisited

Life for our family right now feels like we are desperately trying to keep our heads above water. I tread and tread and tread until I am exhausted and feel like I’ve gotten nowhere. I don’t know how to even explain it… what it is like to walk halfway up the stairs and then sit for 20 minutes crying because I can’t make my legs move any more. Then I preach the words of Eleanor Roosevelt to myself and I “do the thing I think I cannot do.” And I move forward to put away that random toy or toss the stray pair of pants in the laundry. Recovery is exhausting work. Poor Brian works all day and all night, and dear Asher prays every day for Mommy to get her strength back… We are all still feeling it. We will for a while.

I revisited this post from almost two years ago today and thought it was a great explanation of life in recovery. So I am reposting it… because the truth hasn’t changed… my heart hasn’t changed… and the beauty of Jesus hasn’t changed… it never will.

Written June, 2008:

Have you ever tried to put together a thousand-piece puzzle? With no box or picture to show you where the pieces go?

There’s this jumbled pile of hues and patterns and images. Some of them are obvious while others might be miniscule specks of color. It is easy to begin the puzzle, organizing the shapes, sliding together the edge pieces that make up the framework of the picture. Then you have hundreds of mismatched patterns that you know fit together somehow to create a beautiful artwork. But you don’t know what it is supposed to be.

What does it look like? How do these pieces work together to create a masterpiece? Looking at that pile is defeating and sometimes you want to grab the whole pile and throw it back in the box and give up. Sometimes you want to take all those pieces and shove them haphazardly on the floor in frustration. Sometimes you press on and manage to match two or three parts and the beginning of a picture forms, and you have hope. Some days you just sit and stare at the pieces trying to figure out what goes where. Some days you stare at the pieces blankly, just a jumbled mess in front of you. Some days the puzzle sits dormant and you don’t even look at it.

But you press on, because at the end you know there will be something beautiful.

That, my friends, is my life. Right now. The jumbled mess of shapes and colors and images and expectations and frustrations. I don’t know how all the pieces fit right now. I am struggling through that jumbled mass of confusion as I try to piece my life back together. As I try to grasp this new “normal”. How does it all work?

At my recovery group two weeks ago, we were told that often survivors find it more difficult after their treatment than they found it during their treatment. I can’t tell you how good it was to hear that. To have someone affirm everything that I’ve been feeling. Trying to reclaim my life is hard. I am awash with emotions and fears and struggles. During treatment there was one focus–survive this! Now I am torn in thousands of different directions. Puzzle pieces of my life falling all around me, and I don’t know how they fit.

It feels like I am blindly trying to piece back together a life that has been shattered into a thousand fragments. But the picture has changed, and where pieces would meld easily before, they’re now fractured and splintered into unrecognizable shards. There are days where I can take deep breaths and live in the moment, grateful for each exhale the Lord has given. But there are other days where the frustration builds to eruption, and I explode into a grief deeper than I’ve ever known. This is hard. Harder than I expected it to be. It is a daily struggle.

Yet I don’t give up. I am a survivor, because the Lord has heard and answered prayer. I cling to hope. I know the artist who has painted the strokes of my life, and I seek to live each day grateful for the pieces that are already arranged, forming the beginnings of my portrait.

I may not know what the puzzle is supposed to look like, but He does. And because I know the artist, I also know the end result will be an image more beautiful than I ever dreamed. He takes my hand as I timidly place puzzle piece after puzzle piece in the holes of my life, and He guides me and shows me the place for each one.

I am beginning to see the picture, but there are a lot of pieces still left on the table. We will work on the puzzle together, He and I, until that final day comes. The day all of creation groans and longs for when He will slip that final piece in its place. And then as I gaze back over the canvas of my life, the picture I will see is Him.

And it will be beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.

3 responses to “Puzzle Pieces Revisited”

  1. It astounds me that I can relate to this the way that I do. I’ve never once thought that we’re in the exact same boat, we just aren’t. But we’ve both talked about how many ways we ARE. We are in treatment and recovery and grief and hope. Your description of the puzzle/life is EXACTLY how I feel. I’m just so so so thankful to have found you among the millions and millions of blogs to find. God is so good. I’m so glad you’re a part of my puzzle and that I found the piece with your friendship on it. 🙂

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  2. This makes sense. Makes it easy to understand how difficult it is for you, and how confusing, exhausting, defeating, frustrating it must be.

    I never would have thought there would be support for recovery. That just goes to show how little I know.

    Found out recently that my brother in law has cancer. My sister in law just passed away last month from lung cancer. Fortunately, my bil’s cancer is much less aggressive. However, it is still cancer. He will have surgery this week. They are far away…what can I do for them???

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  3. Thank you for sharing so personally and honestly from your heart.

    Praying for you in the wait as the Master puts together the pieces of your life puzzle. The pieces I have seen are already so beautiful, I can only imagine how amazingly magnificent it will be in it’s completion!

    You are His masterpiece…

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