Puzzles were a hit with my kids this summer. One by one we’d rally around the oak drop-leaf table adding a piece here, making another fit there. Sometimes tempers flared in bouts of frustration. Suddenly the moment came when the pieces all came together. We whooped and cheered with satisfaction and pride.
I moved to Georgia from Iowa almost two years ago. One of my favorite things about moving to a new place and meeting new people is putting together the pieces of their lives midstream. Formal conversations over a backyard fence lead to lunch, their friends share things you didn’t know, and eventually long walks and family dinners lead to deeper understanding of who this person is. You may not have known the person your whole life, but little by little the pieces that make them who they are come together.
I expect this blog may be like that for my readers. I’ve blogged periodically for a few years, so some of you will know part of my story from my former blogs. I’ll do my best to provide some background, but there will probably be some gaps here and there. Honestly, there will be for me, too—I’m still figuring out how to put my own puzzle together. Jump in with me and join me for the journey!
Amanda Edwards 