Working on Puzzles

I have just been blessed to take care of a dear friend after surgery.  It's been one of those times when you see how God has been putting the pieces of the puzzle together for a while, and suddenly you can make out the picture.  Last Spring, I left a medical management position, making pretty good money, to pursue a hands-on, making half of what I did job, getting a CNA certificate in the process, and working with dementia patients.  For several reasons, I left the nursing home job to pursue my life-long dream of being a stay-at-home mom, and have learned to be ridiculously frugal (maybe you have read some of my other posts) in order to make it work.  Well, last Monday, I drove my dear friend to the hospital for an overnight stay, and ended up moving her in with us for the remainder of the week.  I could never have done that had I been "working" all the time.  Don't get me wrong...I work hard now...really hard...I just don't get a paycheck from someone else.  My CNA training got some use...I got to take care of her surgery site and all the lovelies that go with that sort of thing....I'll leave the details to your imagination.  We had the most wonderful time.  We (usually my friend, myself and my two teen twins) ate together, laughed together,  and even changed her dressings together.  Surprisingly, my girls did not get weirded out by the delicate nature of the situation.  In fact, they were very helpful.  I have always loved puzzles.  I love the way a small hint of color on one piece clues me in to where it should go in the big picture.  As exciting as that is (I know, I'm a little weird)...it is exponentially exciting to see the puzzle of my life that God is working on becoming clearer.  I've heard preachers call this seeing the front side of the tapestry after working on the back with all the ugly, loose strings.  Whatever the analogy, I like it...