There must have been a time when you entered a room and met someone and after a while you understood that unknown to either of you, there was a reason you had met. You had changed the other or they had changed you. By some word or deed or just by your presence the errand had been completed. Then perhaps you were a little bewildered or humbled and grateful. And it was over ach lifetime is the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. For some there are more pieces. For others the puzzle is more difficult to assemble. Some seem to be born with a nearly completed puzzle.
And so it goes.Souls going this way and that. Trying to assemble the myriad parts. But know this, No one has within themselves all the pieces to their puzzle.Like before the days when they used to seal Jigsaw puzzles in cellophane, Insuring that All the pieces were there. Everyone carries with them at least one and probably. Many pieces to someone else’s puzzle. Sometimes they know it. Sometimes they don’t. And when you present your piece Which is worthless to you,To another, whether you know it or not, Whether they know it or not,You are a messenger from the Most High. Looking around today, I see that so many of you are grateful for the piece of the puzzle with which Janie touched your lives. This is the only way to process these painful hours-gratitude for the gift that was given. Yes we were given a gift, but these past few days since Janie’s death, time has stood still and there is a sense of loss and sadness. We don’t want these kind of hours to darken our days, but we know that sooner or later they come as surely as the sun sets in the western sky in the night. And there is no challenging. -It is the way it is. Yet we want to shout out the words voiced in one of our prayers: Don’t take me from this world before my time.