Day after day I sat on my bed, where I am having my coffee now, begging God for answers. “Just give me one puzzle piece, Lord, just one… I just need something to give me hope.”  And then one morning, I randomly opened my Bible and scanned the page without the motivation to read anything. My eyes caught sight of 2 words: the brokenhearted… I read Isaiah 61:1 with intent and knew I have received my first puzzle piece.  I was excited, walked to my bookshelf and 5 books ‘jumped’ out at me. I took them to my comfort spot, my bed, looked at the titles, flipped through the pages, and realised I now have 2 puzzle pieces.  But how on earth do you build a puzzle, when you do not know what the picture looks like???  

My puzzle-piece journey taught me that I cannot do life on my own because my knowledge and insight are limited – especially when I don’t know what I don’t know.  It is then that I need other people to give me the next puzzle piece.  But I was too proud and possibly too ashamed to acknowledge that I cannot build my life puzzle on my own…. And, this is quite hard for me to say, but I was also too stingy, not thinking that spending money (on me) is part of getting the next puzzle piece. (And how I overcame that is a story for another day).