The puzzle of life

Puzzles, such fickle creatures...Objects, whatever. I love puzzles as do most people I know, but have you ever lost a piece? You know, your almost done but there is still that one piece missing and you'll all agree I think, its a little bit irritating. It's almost like I become obsessive compulsive on the spot, I'm just so disappointed, it feels like there is something tugging on me or poking at me just to annoy me if I cant Finnish a puzzle, even(especially) if its just one piece. I can only think of one thing that ever got to me in that same way(because it is a very unique irritation) and that was a life where I could see people around me that had something amazing, and I didn't, and I didn't know how to get it. That something was Christ. Life without Christ is like that puzzle that is missing a piece, its incomplete, you could almost say its irritating. My whole life something was picking and poking and pulling at me and I just ignored it until it got to a point where I couldn't anymore. I had to turn everything upside down, look under every rock, check every couch cushion until I found that last puzzle piece, the one that fit. Low and behold as soon as I found that piece, Jesus, I felt complete, satisfied(not unlike the satisfaction from putting that final puzzle piece in). So that's my blurb, consider it please. If you haven't found it yet, I urge you to start looking for that puzzle piece, Jesus Christ. I promise that you wont have to look far because he's been waiting there right behind you your whole life, just hoping that you'll turn around and run into his arms and fill that gap in your life with him, because he is the only one that will fit.