Ever look at a puzzle with missing pieces?
What do you see?
Do you see the beauty of the puzzle or do you fixate on the missing pieces?
My inkling is that most of us would probably focus on those missing pieces.
How can it be whole and complete and lovely with missing pieces?!
Missing Pieces
Believe it or not, I’ve been decorating for Christmas.
Yes, I know it’s early, but what the heck? My inner joy compass is off the Richter!
Yet… as I sing, “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” while decorating, my songs are interrupted with soft whispers of past holidays. Ones where my Mom and Dad, brothers Jimi and Frankie, and my nephew Billy were present.
Holidays where no one was missing.
As my whispers of the past continue, I find I’m at my grandma and grandpa’s home relishing my grandma’s famous Christmas fruit salad. Along with my aunts, uncles, and cousins.
More missing people.
Missing Pieces - What are we to do?
Friend, in spite of all those missing loved ones; I’m still delighted with the holidays.