Tonight after I finished putting Clara down for bed, Noah said, "Mom, I want to show you something downstairs." At the dining room table, was the insanely hard 200 piece puzzle we have been working on for the last two nights. The puzzle look completed until I noticed he was holding up piece for me. He said, "I saved the last one for you for you mom." His sweetness is sometimes beyond me.
How does this story fit your understanding of life? Of faith?
Who has saved the "last piece for you?"
What does the "last piece"represent?
1 comment:
Nice story. And I did not have to puzzle out the meaning.
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